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
