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TWENTY FIVE
The maid came into the room to retrieve the tray. She stopped as she glanced at the full plate. She couldn't go out of the room until he wanted her to.
'I would find a way to make my path.'
His staff never talked to her. They did their chores and stayed under the shadows.
"I can cook something else, Mistress." The maid stood straight, hands clasped in front of her, head bowed.
"I'm not hungry," She said flatly.
"Boss won't be happy with this," Her head was still bowed.
"That's what I want," She grabbed the plate and extended her hand with it.
The maid hesitated as she looked fearful. She took the
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