The Vaughn mansion stood like a palace-silent, powerful, untouchable.
Inside, Arabella Vaughn sat at the long dining table, scrolling through her phone, barely acknowledging the world around her.
A maid carefully placed a cup of coffee in front of her.
Maid: Miss Arabella… your coffee.
Arabella took a slow sip… then placed it down.
Arabella: It's cold.
The maid froze.
Maid: I—I'm sorry, miss. I'll make another.
Arabella: You should have already made another before bringing this to me.
The house manager quickly stepped in.
Manager: Miss, we'll correct it immediately.
Arabella stood, her expression calm but cutting.
Arabella: Replace her.
The maid's eyes widened in fear.
Maid: Please, miss… I need this job.
Arabella: I don't repeat myself.
Silence filled the room.
Arabella walked away like nothing had happened.
To her, people were replaceable.
But soon… she would meet someone who wasn't.