Madam Catherine, the head maid, sat at her small desk in the staff quarters. She held the phone in her hand, her fingers tapping lightly against the wooden surface as she stared at the number written in her notebook. She let out a soft sigh, knowing she had no choice but to make the call.
Picking up the receiver, she dialed the number and waited. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered.
“Madam Elena speaking,” came the smooth, confident tone from the other end.
“Elena, it’s Catherine,” she said, her voice formal.
There was a brief pause, then Elena’s voice brightened. “Catherine! It’s been a while. What can I do for you?”
Catherine cleared her throat, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Damian Wolfe. He’s hosting a party tonight, and his business partners have requested… entertainment.”
Madam Elena laughed lightly, the sound rich and full of amusement. “Ah, entertainment,” she said knowingly. “And by that, I assume you mean my girls?”
“Yes,” Catherine replied. “They specifically asked for women from your establishment. Mr. Damian wants everything to be perfect.”
“Of course he does,” Elena said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “When Mr. Wolfe calls, I deliver. How many does he need?”
Catherine glanced at her notes. “Thirty should be enough.”
“Thirty?” Elena repeated, a smile evident in her voice. “That’s quite a number. Are his guests really that demanding?”
“They are,” Catherine said simply. “Can you do it?”
“Of course I can,” Elena said confidently. “I’ll send my best girls. They’ll be there within the hour.”
“Good,” Catherine said. “Make sure they’re well-dressed and ready for a formal setting. No mistakes.”
Elena chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about my girls, Catherine. They know how to handle themselves. Tell Mr. Wolfe to enjoy his party.”
Catherine’s tone softened slightly. “Thank you, Elena. I’ll let him know.”
As she hung up the phone, Madam Elena leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. “Damian Wolfe,” she murmured to herself. “Always needing the best.” She stood up, clapping her hands.
“Girls!” she called out, her voice echoing through the luxurious halls of her brothel. “Get ready. We’ve got a special request tonight, and it’s from someone very important.”
Meanwhile, in the mansion, Lina sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair slowly as she looked at her reflection. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she thought about the plan she was about to set in motion.
“This is it,” she whispered to herself. “The night everything changes.”
She stood, smoothing out the silk robe she was wearing. Her room was quiet, but her thoughts were loud, buzzing with excitement and anticipation. She walked over to the bedside table, where the small bottle of pills sat waiting.
“Just one little pill,” she murmured, picking up the bottle and shaking it lightly. “That’s all it’ll take. And he won’t even know what hit him.”
Lina sat on the edge of her bed, her mind spinning as she went over her plan again. “First, I’ll slip it into his drink,” she said softly, as if speaking the words aloud made them more real. “Then, when he sees Luna, he won’t be able to stop himself.”
Her smile grew wider as she imagined the chaos that would follow. “Aurora will never forgive him,” she whispered. “She’ll hate him for what he did. And when she wakes up, I’ll make sure she knows everything.”
She stood up, walking to the window and looking out at the preparations happening below. The maids were rushing back and forth, setting up the grand dining hall and arranging decorations. The air was filled with the sounds of activity, but Lina was focused only on her own plans.
A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. “Who is it?” she called out, her voice sharp.
“It’s one of the maids, ma’am,” came the timid reply.
“Come in,” Lina said, her tone softening slightly.
The door opened, and a young maid stepped inside, bowing her head. “Mrs. Wolfe, the guests will be arriving soon,” she said. “Would you like to join Mr. Wolfe in greeting them?”
Lina’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. “No,” she said. “Damian can handle that. I’ll come down when it’s time for dinner.”
The maid nodded quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”
As the maid left, Lina turned back to her mirror, her fingers tracing the edge of the bottle in her hands . “Soon,” she murmured. “Very soon.”
Her thoughts drifted to Damian, to the way he had humiliated her earlier when she tried to punish the maids. “You think you’re untouchable,” she said, her voice filled with venom. “But tonight, you’ll see what it feels like to lose everything.”
She glanced at the clock, her heart racing with anticipation. The party was about to begin, and soon her plan would be set into motion.