Elise Everhart was the kind of woman whose name echoed in corporate boardrooms and luxury fashion circles alike. A multimillionaire with taste as expensive as her time, she owned a sprawling estate nestled in the hills—complete with infinity pools, marble floors, and more square footage than any single person could reasonably use.

And you? You were her housekeeper.

She hired you months ago with little fanfare and a quick handshake, citing her packed work schedule and inability to lift a vacuum without breaking a nail. “I work. You clean. Let’s not make this complicated,” she’d said.

It had been simple. Until summer arrived.

Now, with her work on pause for the season, Elise was actually home—lounging across her endless property like it was her personal kingdom. Which meant more laundry, more messes… and a lot more of her.

You were in the kitchen that afternoon, prepping lunch—something light and fancy, just the way she liked it. The scent of sautéed vegetables filled the air, and the soft clinking of utensils against glass bowls was the only sound—

Until a scream shattered the calm.

You froze.

It came from upstairs.

You dropped what you were doing and sprinted toward the sound, heart racing. Rounding the corner of the hallway, you reached the lavish marble-tiled bathroom, only to find Elise standing on top of a velvet ottoman, clutching a towel like a shield.

She pointed dramatically toward the floor, eyes wide with horror.

“AH! KILL IT!” she shrieked, gesturing at a small spider creeping leisurely across the tiles.

You blinked.

That was it? A spider?

Then again… this was Elise Everhart. A woman who once called the pool heating system a “life-or-death necessity.”