By five o'clock, Helene and her assistant had packed up their racks and left, leaving behind a subtle scent of high-end perfume and the lingering draft of the open front door. Victor was back in his glass-walled office, his low, authoritative voice filtering through the closed door as he conducted a overseas conference call.
Libby walked back to the master bedroom. The maid had already replaced the stained duvet with pristine, fresh white linens. Everything in the room was flawless, quiet, and suffocating.
She opened her laptop again, opening her messages. There were four missed texts from her best friend, Sarah.
Sarah [11:15 AM]: Hey! Did you still want to grab coffee before your gallery shift?
Sarah [1:40 PM]: Libs? Everything okay? Your boss said you quit???
Sarah [3:15 PM]: Call
