Vanessa continued to pace across the white marble foyer with increasing frustration.
Every second felt like an eternity as she waited for the wealthy heir.
She looked down at Evelyn, who was trying to wipe up the spilled water.
You are taking way too long, Vanessa barked with intense venom in her voice.
She reached down and aggressively snatched the scrub brush straight out of Evelyn's hands.
Evelyn pulled her hands back in deep fright, backing away on her knees.
Please do not yell at me, Evelyn whispered softly with tears in her eyes.
I have worked at this estate for thirty years without any complaints, she added.
Vanessa let out a loud and mocking laugh that echoed through the mansion.
Thirty years just scrubbing floors means you failed at life, Vanessa snapped coldly.
You are a nobody, and your feelings mean absolute nothing to me, she added.
Evelyn felt a deep ache in her heavy heart as those words landed.
She had given her entire youth to maintaining this large Texas property.
She had raised her only son within these very walls while working long hours.
Her son had gone off to college and built a very successful corporate career.
She kept her family history quiet because she preferred a quiet life of honest labor.
Vanessa picked up a nearby towel and threw it directly into Evelyn's face.
Clean this mess right now or I will personally throw you out, Vanessa demanded.
Evelyn caught the cloth and slowly began dabbing the wet stone surface.
Her body trembled from pure exhaustion and emotional distress under the constant bullying.
Vanessa stepped closer and towered over the vulnerable elderly worker.
She pointed a long manicured finger directly at the older woman's face.
You are pathetic and weak, Vanessa declared without an ounce of human pity.
She intentionally kicked Evelyn's cleaning supplies across the shiny marble floor.
Plastic bottles clattered loudly against the baseboards, scattering soap everywhere in the room.
Evelyn closed her eyes tightly and said a quiet prayer for strength.
She knew that patience was the only weapon she possessed in this moment.
Vanessa took another step forward, growing even more aggressive and loud.
She reached out and grabbed Evelyn by the shoulder of her uniform fabric.
Get up and move out of the way right now, Vanessa yelled sternly.
She gave the frail woman a harsh shove toward the wall corridor.
Evelyn lost her balance and slipped across the wet tiles, landing awkwardly.
She cried out in pain as her hip hit the hard marble floor.
Vanessa did not offer a single hand to help the fallen woman up.
Instead, she stood over her with a cold smirk on her face.
That is where you belong, right down on the floor, Vanessa scoffed meanly.
The sound of heavy footsteps outside the front door suddenly echoed nearby.
Vanessa immediately fixed her hair and turned toward the massive double doors.
She put on a fake professional smile, expecting the wealthy master of the house.
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