CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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“MR. MONROE AND HIS people are here, Mr. Phelps,” Vera, the housekeeper, said, stopping at the threshold.
“Very well, Vera. Show them in and then take the day off. You work hard, and you deserve it,” he complimented her. “I instructed Jim to drive you to Florence. You can shop and unwind for a while,” he said, and leaning forward, he handed her an envelope with some bills.
Vera took the envelope, and the pleasure brought color in her cheeks. She murmured her thanks, hardly believing her luck.
“I don’t need you until tomorrow morning around 10, so you don’t have to hurry back. And Jim will keep you company,” Phelps said, standing up behind his desk. He knew that the middle-aged housekeeper and his driver had a thing between them. Phelps took care to know everyt
