SHIRLEY'S POV
I rushed out of the room, my feet pounding the floor as I frantically searched for the maid, Sandra, in the kitchen. But she was nowhere to be seen.
I called out her name at the top of my lungs, 'Sandra! Sandra! Sandra!' My voice echoed through the empty halls, but there was only silence in response.
I felt a growing sense of unease, my heart racing with every passing moment. “Where had she gone? And why was she not answering my calls?”
I hurried to her bedroom, my heart pounding with fear, and when I saw her sleeping, my tense muscles relaxed just a little. However, I continued to be suspicious of her, so I nervously woke her from her sleep.
"Sandra." She sprang upright and fastened her confused and alarmed look on me as I roared, my voice resonating throughout the r
