Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Jennifer Marie.

I escape out of the room before Harvey drags me back into the bed. It’s already bac reputation with the housekeepers. I’m imagining what they’re saying…could it be like where the so-called lady of the house doesn’t show up early for her duties.

I’m not really sure what to wear. I don’t have much here but a simple short dress that can pass as sleepwear. It’s pink, soft, reaches mid-thigh, and honestly? It’ll have to do.

I open the door slowly and step out.

The first thing I see is the nameplate on the door I just came through. It reads: THE MASTER SUITE.

Fancy. Like this is a hotel instead of someone’s home.

But the hallway outside? It’s not a regular outside of a person’s room at all. This looks like something from a royal palace mixed with a modern penthouse. The floors are actual marble, white with gray veins running through it. The walls are paneled in warm wood with gold accents. Crystal sconces light the path every few feet. There are massive cal oil paintings of landscapes.

The ceiling is vaulted with Picasso. I feel like I should be wearing a ballgown just walking here.

I take a few steps and realize there’s a sitting area right outside the Master Suite…it’s got sofas, coffee table with fresh flowers, a fireplace that’s actually lit even though it’s morning. Like people might just… sit here? Wait for meetings? This is wild.

“Ma’am.”

I jump and spin around.

It’s an older woman with her hands clasped in front of her. It takes me a second but then I recognize her as Rosie. The lead housekeeper from this morning. The one who came into the room while I was hiding under the covers like a turtle.

I stand up straighter immediately.

“Um, Rosie?”

She nods her head pleasantly. I imagine she’s been working with Winny and Winny is still in this house so I wonder if it’s even okay for her to be referring to me as ma’am.

“Was your night pleasant? We apologize we didn’t know we would be having you and Sir as soon as you came so we didn’t have time to put everything in motion in your own bedroom.”

“In my own bedroom?” I blink at her. “Harvey and I are married. We can stay in—”

“Oh, but you have your own suite.” Rosie says it like that’s just tradition. “The master of the house deserves his privacy and so do you. You will love your room when you use it. Plus you can always visit each other’s room when you like it. But I think you shouldn’t scratch the idea yet. Come on.”

I nod and walk with her.

We reach an elevator because of course this place has elevators and a man in a suit is already there, pressing the button for us. He’s tall, built like security, with that professional look that says don’t mess with me.

Rosie turns to me for a second. “This is Danish, the head of security in the house.”

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“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Prescott,”

“The pleasure is mine.” I smile politely again and wait until the elevator closes.

To myself, I think: wait, if the elevator is closing, that means my room is on another floor?

The elevator goes ridiculously smooth that I barely feel it move. When the doors open again, I step

超

It’s a private suite. MY private suite. The door we walk through leads into a living area that’s bigger than my entre apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows showing the vast landscapes. The furniture is all cream and gold.fresh flowers everywhere.

Rosie leads me through to the bedroom where the bed is enormous like, I could get lost in it. Canopy style with white drapes. More windows. A fireplace. A sitting area WITHIN the bedroom. Doors that lead to what looks like a private terrace,

“This is your bedroom.” Rosie gestures. “The bathroom is through there…heated floors, jacuzzi tub, rainfall shower, the works.”

I’m still trying to process when she opens another door.

And that’s when I really lose it.

It’s a closet here but in my world, it’s called a showroom.

Racks and racks of clothes…dresses, blouses, pants, skirts, all arranged by color and style. Shoes fill entire shelves with designer I can think of. Bags hang in glass cases like museum pieces… Chanel, Hermès, Gucci, names I’ve only ever seen in magazines.

Then there’s the jewelry. Drawers pull out to reveal trays of necklaces with a separate section for makeup like a celebrity dressing room.

I turn back to Rosie with wide eyes.

Rosie smiles. “We weren’t sure of what your fashion palette looks like since you are a fashion designer yourself so we went extravagant. Do you like it? If you don’t we can-”

“No no no no.” I say it quickly, maybe too quickly. “It’s a whole freaking lot.”

“It’s our suite. You have your office downstairs. There’s a sauna. Many pools around the house but downstairs, across your suite, you have a personal pool and hot tub. You also have a personal gym if you like to work out.”

“Wait.” I bite my lip, looking around at all this luxury. “Did Winny stay here?”

Rosie’s expression doesn’t change but something in her eyes shifts. “Well yes… but we’ve totally revamped everything including the bed. Nothing here is a remnant of what used to be hers. We’ve taken her belongings to her new room.”

“Oh.” I say and look around again, trying to imagine Winny in this space. It’s weird knowing I’m sleeping in the same room she used to call hers, even if they changed everything.

“I’m guessing there’s a workspace even if this room is bigger than my whole apartment.”

Rosie smiles warmly. “Yes, of course. I’ll take you to that shortly but let’s introduce you to the housekeepers and the most important people that make every day go smoothly.”

“Sure.”

I walk out first and Rosie leads me downstairs into another gorgeous space….the grand piano in the corner is like a ribbon on 2/4

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Rosie claps her hands and suddenly it’s like someone hit a signal.

From every direction, housekeepers start appearing in grey and white outfits. Butlers in white glove white uniforms. Maintenance staff. They file in from hallways, from side doors, from everywhere me until there must be thirty or forty people standing there, all looking at me.

I mean LOOKING at me. Like I’m the new boss they’ve been waiting to meet.

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I look at Rosic. I’m not sure what to do at this point in time now that they’re looking at her as if she has to say something

“I’m not sure what to say.” I whisper.

Rosie nods.

“Everyone, this is Mrs. Jennifer Prescott, the new lady of the house.” She gestures to me with respect. “She is to be treated with the same loyalty and dedication you’ve shown this family for generations. Her word is law in this household. Her comfort is your priority. You will work hard for her as you’ve worked for the Prescotts before, and you will respect her as the new head of this house.”

While she’s speaking. I catch movement in my peripheral vision. Across the massive room, at the far end near another staircase, I see Nisha coming down. She has a tripod in her hand and I guess since this is the first time she’s also moving in here, she’s probably filming content for her social media.

She doesn’t see us at first.

Then she looks up and our eyes meet.

I watch her freeze for just a second before she plasters on a smile. I force myself to look back at the housekeepers who are now responding to Rosie’s speech.

“We will do our best to serve her.” They say it together.

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