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It's been weeks since the police visited the mansion, and the masters' bad mood had been palpable, casting a tense atmosphere over the entire estate. Everyone was on edge, walking on eggshells around the masters, and I was no exception. Emily's behavior towards me had changed dramatically; she watched my every move with an eagle eye, making me feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

The head maid's harsh words snapped us back to work, and we continued planting maize grains under the scorching sun. I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, my body aching from the physical labor.

"Allison, please hurry up; I hate that we're always the last to finish," Rosita whispered, wiping the sweat from her face. Rosita had become a sort of friend, but I sensed we were only acquaintances, bound together by our shared struggles in the mansion.

As we worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, trapped in a web of tension and suspicion. The masters' anger, Emily's watchful gaze, and the head maid's cr