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Jennifer bit her lip in fury. The cold plastic dug into her skin, and every movement only tightened the grip on her wrists. She turned her head, her gaze landing on Katie, who stood frozen with the rag in her hands, her shoulders trembling.
Suddenly, the second man’s voice came almost indifferent:
— Alright, we’re taking her. Boss said — the lady of the house. This one stays, just knock her out.
And then, whether from a rush of adrenaline or simply because in a crisis the brain starts cooking up unorthodox solutions, Jennifer lit up with an idea. She spun toward one of the kidnappers and barked:
— I’m not the lady of the house! She is! — Jennifer jerked her chin toward Katie, whose eyes went wide with shock. — My name’s Katie, I work here! We… we sometimes switch roles. It’s her sick fantasy — she loves pretending to be the help, — Jennifer’s voice trembled just enough to sound convincing.
— What? — the one with the gun frowned. — Are you serious?
— Dead serious, — Jennifer shot back, making sure her tone carried confidence.
The gunman’s eyes darted between the two women, his frown deepening.
— You think we came here for a theater show? — he growled.
— I think you’re looking for a woman named Jennifer Lawson. And there she is, standing right in front of you, in an apron, with a rag in her hands, — Jennifer’s voice still quivered just enough to mimic fear, but inside she was seething with cold calculation.
At that moment, a sunbeam from the window caught the ring on Jennifer’s finger. The stone instantly flared with a soft yet mesmerizing glow, and a kind of cloudy wave, as if for a moment they were all underwater, rippled through the space.
— Uh… — Katie stammered, but in the next second her face grew more confident, she straightened her back, planting her hands on her hips — Who the hell are you! Get out of my house!
Jennifer, still with the plastic zip ties on her wrists, blinked.
— Good girl — she said quietly, giving a faint nod, as if encouraging this new, brash manner. But something in her chest tightened unpleasantly, because Katie spoke with such genuine authority it was as if she really was the lady of the house.
Katie turned her gaze on her, and Jennifer suddenly noticed there was no trace of embarrassment or submissiveness in it — only that same haughty confidence she was used to seeing in the mirror on her own face. Then Katie narrowed her eyes.
— What the hell are you doing with my ring on your finger?! — Katie’s voice was sharp, commanding, and it sounded so startlingly out of place in the body of the petite maid that Jennifer lost her breath for a moment.
— What? — one of the robbers frowned, stepping toward Jennifer and leaning over her hand. — Let’s have that…
— Don’t touch it! — Jennifer barked, but the other one, the one with the gun, had already grabbed her wrist and yanked hard. The plastic bit deeper into her skin, making her wince, and the man’s thick fingers roughly slid the ring off her finger.
— Here, boss — he lifted the stone toward the light, its facets scattering cold glints with every turn.
— Put it down! — Katie stepped forward, and to Jennifer’s surprise, her voice carried the same icy authority Jennifer herself was used to commanding with.
Just then, from outside came the screech of tires and the sharp grind of brakes. A second later, the glass doors burst open, and a flood of noise rushed into the house — muffled shouts, heavy footsteps, the metallic clatter of gear.
— Weapons on the ground! Face down! — shouted a policeman in a bulletproof vest, aiming straight at the robbers.
The ring slipped from the hands of the one holding it, rolling across the marble floor until it stopped right at the tip of Katie’s shoe. She remained perfectly still, as if the entire scene was nothing but an annoying interruption to her morning plans.
— Hurry up, hands on your head! — barked the second policeman as he charged in, shoving one of the kidnappers face-first to the floor.
Realizing the situation was hopeless, the robbers dropped their weapons. The metallic clank of the pistol against the tile echoed through the living room.
— God, you took your sweet time — Katie said coldly, stepping toward the ring. — You’ve trashed the whole house, and I was supposed to have lunch with my friends today.