POV: Isabella
The hidden envelope in Box 41 was a siren’s song, its silent presence throbbing in Isabella’s mind with every measured movement she made. For three more days, she did not touch it. She processed Box 42: Architectural Plans - Hampton Estate. She cataloged Box 43: Charitable Foundation Records. She was a model of placid, undeviating focus. She drank the tea brought by the silent housekeeper at exactly 10:30 AM. She took her precisely one-hour lunch break in the small, sunlit conservatory, eating the salad provided, never venturing toward the library. She was earning trust, minute by excruciating minute.She knew the test the envelope represented. Reporting the envelope would demonstrate her loyalty to the process, but it would also reveal the secret. To ignore it would be suspi
