On the other end of the mobile phone, the man's languid voice rang out, "Say it again. Who did you see?"
"Master, it's Miss Cecilia Branford."
The man cautiously added, "I saw Miss Cecilia Branford's photos in a bar on Bali Island. According to the bartender, the photographer who took these shots did so not long ago."
The sound of a finger tapping on the table surface came from the other end. One tap, then another.
"Investigate."
Two short, cold, and captivating words made the man straighten up abruptly. "Yes, Master!"
...
For the next two days, Sophie Sullivan began to doubt herself again.
The little maid never brought her food again; instead, the maid who usually gave her orders brought her some.
The food was barely edible and utterly unappetizing.
She couldn't figure it out, so she decided to stop dwelling on it.
