A cleaning lady approached a millionaire and told him not to travel with his wife. The next morning, there was a luxury car next to her humble house…

And even if they did believe her, Amanda and this Ryan character might come after her. They obviously had no problem with murder. Before she knew it, Emily was standing in the middle of the suite, staring at her reflection in the spotless mirror.

She felt small, insignificant. But that smallness came with a kind of safety. They didn’t know she had heard.

They didn’t know who she was. She could disappear into the background like she always did. She could walk out of that room and pretend nothing had ever happened.

Her fingers trembled as she finished dusting the room, her movements automatic, though her mind raced in a thousand different directions. Maybe James wasn’t a good man. Most of the wealthy people she cleaned for weren’t.

But did that mean he deserved to die? Did it mean she should stay silent? By the time she left the suite, her mind was made up. She couldn’t just stand by and let someone be killed, no matter what. She had to do something.

Later that evening, Emily sat in the employee lounge, staring at the cheap coffee in front of her. She barely tasted it as she replayed the conversation in her mind over and over again. What if Amanda had seen her? What if Ryan knew someone had been in the room? She shuddered at the thought.

She had to be smart about this. If she went to James directly, he might not believe her. Or worse, Amanda might find out she was involved.

But Emily wasn’t a coward. She didn’t have much, but she had her conscience. She couldn’t let someone die just because she was scared.

She just needed to find a way to warn him without giving away too much. The next morning, James Wilson arrived at the hotel lobby. Emily spotted him from across the room, his presence as imposing as ever, surrounded by his usual entourage.

Her heart raced as she made her way toward him, rehearsing what she would say in her mind. She had one shot at this. When she finally reached him, she cleared her throat, her voice shaky but determined.

Mr. Wilson, she called out, surprising even herself. He turned, his eyes narrowing as he took her in. I need to tell you something.

About your trip. You shouldn’t go. Something’s not right.

James raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. He glanced at her name tag, his expression unreadable. And why should I trust you? Emily swallowed hard, unsure how to respond.

But she knew one thing. Whether he believed her or not, she had done what she could. She had warned him.

James Wilson stood there for a moment, his eyes narrowing at Emily as if trying to decipher some hidden meaning in her words. The lobby of the hotel buzzed around them with the usual hum of morning activity, guests checking in, bellhops wheeling carts of luggage, business people rushing out the doors. But for Emily, it felt like the world had come to a stop.

Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for his response. I don’t know what you think you know, James finally said, his voice low but firm. But I don’t make decisions based on vague warnings from strangers.

Emily felt a pang of panic rise in her chest. He wasn’t going to believe her. Why would he? She was just the maid.

Someone who blended into the background. Who was she to tell a man like him what to do with his life? But she couldn’t give up now. Please, she whispered, leaning in a little closer to avoid anyone overhearing.

I can’t explain everything. Just trust me on this. Don’t go on that trip.

For a moment, something flickered in James’s eyes. Was it doubt? Curiosity? She couldn’t tell. He straightened up, giving her one last look before he turned to leave.

I’ll think about it, he said over his shoulder. His voice clipped, dismissive. And just like that, he was gone.

Emily stood frozen, watching him disappear into the crowd. That was it. She had done everything she could.

Now, it was up to him. Her heart pounded as she made her way back to the staff quarters, her mind swirling with fear and uncertainty. What if he didn’t take her seriously? What if Amanda and Ryan went through with their plan? The weight of what she had overheard felt heavier than ever.

The rest of her shift passed in a blur. She moved through the motions of cleaning, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying the conversation with James, wondering what his next move would be. Was he the type to take such a warning seriously? Or would he brush it off, like so many other wealthy guests would? That evening, as Emily made her way home through the bustling streets of New York, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread.

The city was alive around her, honking cabs, street vendors calling out, tourists snapping pictures. But all she could think about was what she’d heard in that suite. The air felt heavier, almost suffocating, and she wondered if Amanda and Ryan had already noticed something was wrong.

When she finally arrived at her small apartment, the silence was almost too much to bear. She paced the narrow hallway, her thoughts spiraling. What if they found out it was her? What if Amanda had noticed something and figured out she had overheard? Emily tried to push the thoughts away, but sleep didn’t come easily that night.

The next morning, as she stepped out of her building, she froze in her tracks. Parked right outside was a sleek black car, far too expensive for her modest neighborhood. It gleamed under the morning sun, an out-of-place beacon of wealth in the midst of the old brick buildings and cracked sidewalks.

Emily’s stomach twisted. Who would be driving such a car here? And more importantly, who were they waiting for? She hesitated, considering turning back inside. But then she saw him, the driver.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, he stepped out of the car, adjusting his hat before locking eyes with her. Her heart skipped a beat as he walked toward her, and for a moment, every nerve in her body screamed to run, but she didn’t move. Miss Emily? the man asked, his voice calm and measured.

She nodded, unable to find her voice. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a crisp white envelope, offering it to her. This is for you.

Her hand shook as she took the envelope, her eyes darting between the man and the car. Who, who sent this? she finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. The driver smiled faintly, tipping his hat.

Mr. Wilson, he said simply. He wanted to make sure you got it. James.

Relief flooded through her, though it was quickly followed by confusion. What was this? She glanced down at the envelope, the paper thick and expensive, her name written in elegant script. Without another word, the driver turned and walked back to the car, leaving her standing there with her heart racing.

Back in her apartment, Emily sat at the small kitchen table, staring at the envelope as if it might bite her. After a moment, she slid her finger under the seal and opened it carefully. Inside was a single note, written in the same neat handwriting.

Thank you for your concern. I’ve decided to cancel the trip. Enclosed is something I believe you’ll find useful.

Emily’s hands trembled as she pulled out a second item from the envelope, a key. It was small and plain, attached to a silver keychain with a simple engraving, Wilshire Towers. Her brow furrowed as she stared at it.

Wilshire Towers was an upscale apartment building downtown, a place far beyond anything she could afford. Why was he sending her this? Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. A message from an unknown number flashed across the screen.

Your new place is ready. Welcome to a fresh start. J.W. Emily blinked at the message, her mind struggling to keep up.

A fresh start. Was this real? Why would he do this for her? She had expected a simple thank you, maybe nothing at all. But an apartment? Her life had never been anything but modest, barely scraping by in her cramped little unit, and now James Wilson, a man she barely knew, was offering her a new life? She stood up, pacing the room.

This didn’t feel right. There had to be more to this. Why would a billionaire care about what a maid had to say? Why had he believed her warning? And why go to such lengths to thank her? As these thoughts spun in her mind, she realized that her life had just taken a turn she never could have predicted.

She wasn’t sure what lay ahead, but she knew one thing for certain. Nothing would ever be the same. The sun was just beginning to set as Emily made her way toward Wilshire Towers…