Aria's POV
Murmurs filled the air at my words.
Anita blinked, then laughed, a cruel, humorless sound. "A witness? Where?" Her eyes swept the crowd like a predator scanning for weakness. "Which one of these fine workers of mine is going to stick their neck out for you?"
Her words stung, but I stood my ground. My fingers twisted together, sweat slicking my palms.
Mrs. Jennifer.. please come. I prayed silently. I had told her to come by this time.
For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the low growl of an engine reached my ears.
A black car rolled up to the curb. It was too clean for this dirty street. My breath hitched.
The crowd parted as a maid stepped out, polished and composed. She moved to the passenger side, opening the door with precision.
And then — there she was.
Mrs. Jen
