She thought she was cleaning without witnesses. The millionaire was watching—and what he saw changed everything.

—I’ve never done events like this—she admitted softly.

—You’ll manage. Just be presentable.

That night, the house filled with laughter, expensive perfume, and polished conversation. Julia moved quietly among the guests, tray in hand, nearly invisible.

Then Fernanda raised her glass.

—May I have your attention for a moment?

The room hushed.

—I’d like to say something about roles. About knowing where we belong.

Enrique felt his stomach drop.

Fernanda’s gaze landed on Julia.

—Our employee here, Julia. A very hardworking girl.

Julia stood frozen, every eye on her.

—She cleans, she organizes, she serves. All admirable qualities. But it’s important to understand limits, don’t you think?

The air thickened.

—Julia, dear—Fernanda continued sweetly—do you enjoy your work?

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