I stood there, stunned. I had cleaned every room twice, making sure each one was spotless before moving on to the next.
I couldn't let a whole night's work go to waste. But I also needed to get home to make Felix breakfast and take him to school.
I sent Edmund a message on WhatsApp.
This time, he replied almost immediately.
"Don't worry about it. I'll take him. You've been working hard, Louisa."
Halfway through re-cleaning, I went to the restroom to rinse out a rag. That was when I heard the manager's voice coming from the men's room next door. He was on the phone.
"Mr. Mason, don't you worry. By the time she's done re-cleaning every room, it'll take her hours."
"I guarantee Miss Pruitt will get to sleep in as long as she wants. She won't be disturbed."
"Heh, it's the least I can do. Can't just pocket your three hundred grand for nothing."
I leaned against the cold wall. My knees trembled with pain.
But that pain was nothing compared to hearing Edmund's voice on the other end say, "Good work."
My hands moved on instinct. I pulled out my phone and opened the home surveillance feed.
The girl from last night's video walked out of our bedroom in a silk camisole.