Maid To The Three Mafia Kings

⋆ Chapter 54: Show It, Prove It

The following day, the estate buzzed with heightened security. More guards were stationed around the property. Patrols were more frequent, and the strictness of entry and exit protocols was more intense than ever.

Most of the gunfire had been confined to the outside of the house, but the impact was still evident. Two guest rooms, where bullets had penetrated, were now sealed off, strictly off-limits. The male staff members had been working through the night, scrubbing away the remnants of the chaos in common areas like the lobby and living room.

In the staff room, Sheila stood at the front, her face calm but serious, as she relayed the information Mr. Jameson had deemed appropriate to share. The room was silent, all eyes fixed on her, the weight of the previous day's events hanging heavy.

"I know everyone is still a little shaken up after what happened yesterday," Sheila began, her voice steady. "But we must all try not to let that incident affect our ability to do our jobs today and in the days ahead."

Clara, looking exhausted, spoke up. "Who were those people? And how did they even manage to get in?"

Sheila paused, taking a deep breath. "It doesn't matter who they were or how they got in. What matters is that they've been dealt with."

Andrea, who had been fidgeting with her apron, couldn't resist chiming in. "I heard there were four attackers, all paid assassins. Three were killed, and one, probably the leader, is in custody. But at least we only lost one guard."

Sheila's eyes flashed a warning as she looked at Andrea. "Again, this isn't our business—"

"Shouldn't they get the police involved?" Millie interrupted.

Andrea suddenly burst out laughing; the sound was harsh and out of place in the tense room. "Get the police involved? You really have no idea, do you?"

Millie shot back, "Do you?"

"Enough!" Sheila snapped. Her irritation clearly directed at Andrea. "We lost Steven. He wasn't just a guard; he'd been with the Moretti family for over a decade. We owe him and his family our respect, so let's offer a prayer for them."

Andrea, never one to miss an opportunity to assert herself, added, "You two wouldn't know Steven, since you're only here temporarily." Her tone made it clear that she still considered Millie and Clara outsiders, mere transients in the estate's long history.

"Andrea..." Sheila shot her a sharp look, warning her to tread carefully. "And I don't want to hear any more about this. We're all paid to do our jobs, not to speculate or gossip."

Clara, who had been quietly seething, seized the moment to mock Andrea. "Andrea, are you listening? Sheila said we're paid to work, not gossip."

Andrea rolled her eyes in response, clearly unbothered by Clara's jab.

Sheila sighed. "Andrea, I need you to prepare the room with the mountain view. Ms. Hearst wants to switch rooms and move there. Make sure all her things are transferred."

Andrea groaned, but kept her complaints to herself, knowing better than to push Sheila any further.

"Amelia," Sheila continued, her voice firm as she assigned tasks, "I need you to vacuum Ethan's office."

Clara leaned in close to Millie and whispered, "How come we never clean Ethan's room?"

Sheila, overhearing the question, answered without missing a beat, "Because I clean his room. His dogs, Cheerio and Oreo, don't appreciate unfamiliar faces in their master's space."

Andrea smirked. "Cheerio and Oreo can sniff out people who don't belong here."

Sheila let out another exasperated sigh. "Sandra, you come with me," she said, her tone signaling the end of the discussion. She turned to the two male staff members and added, "You two, as well. We need to continue with the cleanup."