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The house looks empty without the servants. Bodyguards carry Andrea’s luggage, and she’s about to climb the stairs to her room when loud footsteps echo through the hall. “Mrs. Hamilton,” a rough voice greets her. A squat woman in a long black servant’s dress approaches, followed by several other maids in the same outfit. Andrea turns around and looks down. The woman in front is Maureen, Mrs. Hamilton’s head housekeeper. Andrea assumes that Maureen is here to invite her to Mr. Hamilton’s house. In the past, Mrs. Hamilton would frequently invite Andrea over when she was bored. Every time, Andrea returned home humiliated and covered in wounds. Andrea feels exhausted from the chaos at Andrew’s and her terrible nightmare. The thought of dealing with Maureen irks her. “What do you want?” An