I was holding a tray when the room began to spin

Tenny's smile disappeared the moment I mentioned lawyers.

For a second, uncertainty flickered across her face.

Then it was gone.

"You've lost your mind," she said.

"Maybe."

I tucked the envelope into my pocket.

"Or maybe you forgot this house has cameras."

The color drained from her cheeks.

I saw it happen.

A tiny crack in the confidence she wore like expensive jewelry.

"You think anyone will believe a servant over me?" she asked.

I looked directly into her eyes.

"No. But they'll believe video."

I walked away before she could answer.

Two days later, I received a call.

Not from a lawyer.

Not from the police.

From Kwame.

"Can we meet?"

His voice sounded exhausted.

We met at a quiet café across the city.

He placed a tablet on the table.

Security footage played across the screen.

There I was carrying trays despite barely being able to stand.

There was Tenny laughing while guests watched me struggle.

Then the video showed something else.

Something I hadn't seen.

Before I collapsed, Tenny had ordered another servant to throw away the medication I kept in my locker.

The medication prescribed for my recurring fever.

My hands trembled.

"She knew I was sick."

Kwame nodded.

"She also ordered the payroll manager to reduce your wages."

I stared at the screen.

"Why?"

His jaw tightened.

"Because she thought I cared about you."

The answer shocked me more than anything.

Across the table, Kwame looked ashamed.

"For years, I ignored who my sister really was."

"What happens now?"

His expression darkened.

"Now the truth comes out."

But neither of us knew the truth would uncover something much bigger than stolen wages.