Chapter 3 - The Command
"Enough!"
Richard’s voice boomed through the high-ceilinged space, a low, resonant roar that vibrated against the crystal drops of the chandelier. He strode past the struggling guards, dropping down beside Eleanor for a fraction of a second before snapping his head up. His eyes locked onto Clara, blazing with an intense, interrogative fire.
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"What is going on here?" he demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register that could terrify boardrooms, let alone domestic staff.
Eleanor let out a sharp, theatrical gasp, her eyes welling with tears of humiliation and malice as she pointed a trembling finger upward. But Richard didn't wait for her hysterical version; his burning gaze remained fixed on the maid, demanding accountability from the one person in the room who refused to cower.
