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Jennifer, still standing with her hands bound, sharply lifted her head:
— Katie, you seem to be getting way too deep into the role!
— What? — Katie shot back, the word sharp and sudden, as if Jennifer’s remark had slapped her across the face. She threw her a look full of superiority and disgust. — I think you’re the one who’s confused, Katie! Don’t you ever dare call me by that filthy name!
— Have you completely lost your mind? — Jennifer almost screamed, feeling the zip ties cutting into her skin.
— Excuse me for interrupting, ladies, but — one of the policemen cut in, catching their heated exchange — right now we need to question both of you.
— Fine — Katie, or rather now “Jennifer,” drawled with noticeable irritation, adjusting her apron as if it were an expensive blazer. — But first, take off these… — she gestured toward the zip ties binding the real Jennifer.
— We’ll get them off, we’ll get them off — the policeman muttered, bending toward Jennifer. — Don’t move.
— Are you serious? — she lifted her head, her voice trembling with anger. — Do you have any idea who I am?
— Oh, I know exactly — Katie cut in, folding her arms across her chest. — You’re my maid, who’s already mouthed off to me twice this morning in front of people.
The policeman frowned, glancing between the two women.
— Hold on… which one of you is Mrs. Lawson?
— I am — they both answered at the same time, but in completely different tones: Katie with icy certainty, Jennifer with desperate sharpness.
— Enough of this farce — Katie stepped closer, as if by right of being the lady of the house. — Take those off… — she nodded toward the zip ties. — And escort her to the back entrance. That’s where her room is.
— My room?! — Jennifer jerked so hard the policeman barely kept hold of the ties. — Are you kidding me?! This is my house!
— Your house? — Katie smirked, leaning in just enough so their faces were almost level. — Oh, darling, you’ve gotten so deep into character I’m starting to worry about you. Maybe after your shift you should head straight to the theater?
Jennifer felt a heavy, hot irritation rising in her chest, but the words stuck in her throat — Katie’s gaze had become painfully familiar, the very look Jennifer herself had used more than once to shut people up.
— Alright — another policeman stepped in, picking the ring up from the floor. — Here’s the deal, ladies. We’re taking this in as evidence.
— No! — Jennifer shouted, stepping forward, but the zip ties only bit painfully into her wrists as Katie’s eyes lifted in mild surprise.
— Take it — Katie waved dismissively — it’s cheap junk anyway, not a “gift.”
— Cheap junk?! — Jennifer nearly choked with outrage. — That’s worth more than your salary for the whole year!
— Oh my God, enough already, Katie! I’m not in the mood for games today — Katie cut her off with such condescending irritation that the policeman holding the ties even gave a short snort, as if everything had just clicked into place.
— Take them off — he told his partner.
The plastic gave way with a quiet snap, and Jennifer felt the blood returning to her numb hands. She slowly rubbed her wrists, as if each movement took effort, all the while staring straight at Katie — unblinking, with a look that would have made any sane maid apologize and run for cover. But Katie didn’t even twitch an eyebrow; she only adjusted the ribbon on her apron and lifted her chin slightly.
— One more step toward me and I swear — Jennifer muttered under her breath — you…
She froze.
Out of the corner of her eye, her gaze caught on the dresser by the wall. In a heavy gilded frame sat a photograph — she and Richard, laughing on a yacht, the wind in their hair… Only now, it wasn’t her next to Richard. It was Katie. The same Katie, in a dress, sunglasses on, wearing the flawless smile of a woman who owned the world.
— What the… — Jennifer breathed out quietly, feeling something in her chest tighten so hard it was suddenly difficult to breathe.
— What are you talking about, Katie? — Katie asked with an icy smirk, clearly having noticed where Jennifer’s eyes had gone. — First time seeing a picture of your employers together? God, that’s enough, I’m tired. I’ll go get changed — and you too. MOVE!