Chapter 6 - The Anatomy of a Setup
Maya stepped back, her hands neatly folded over her apron, watching the psychological collapse unfold with detached satisfaction. She hadn't just intercepted a glass of wine; she had dismantled a masterpiece of premeditated murder.
Weeks ago, Victoria had orchestrated a ruthless scheme to poison the family line, slowly introducing a cumulative cardio-toxin into Arthur’s private stock to secure the estate inheritance before the board meeting next month. Victoria had grown careless, believing that a ballroom full of expensive wine and glittering diamonds would blind everyone to the micro-etchings of a lethal compound. She had miscalculated the new maid. Clara wasn't here to serve champagne; she was an investigator operating under deep cover, here to settle a ledger written in blood years ago.
