Ayra’s POV
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I swallowed the thought and forced my eyes away. Leon’s eyes didn’t shift from mine for a long moment after I entered. Cold. Unreadable.
He gestured silently toward the chair in front of his desk, and I obeyed, sitting with my fingers fidgeting in my lap.
Then he spoke.
“The maid’s been dealt with.”
Just like that.
No name. No explanation. Just a tone that told me whoever she was, she probably regrets it now.
I swallowed. “So… one of the maid her really took the video?”
“Yes.” He didn’t blink. “She’s not a problem anymore.”
My heart beat faster at the way he said it. The finality in his voice. I nodded slowly.
“She wasn’t acting alone,” he added. “Got paid. But we’ll trace it all.”
His voice was so matter-of-fact, like it wasn’t my life being ripped apart by str
