William slumped in his leather chair, his fingers tapping on the mahogany desk. The room, adorned with elegant artwork and ornate bookshelve

"That damn woman..." . His normally composed demeanor was shattered, his usually impeccable suit crumpled and disheveled. revealing the weight of the argument he had just endured with Mary, his wife*

You, as their maid, stood nearby, observing the aftermath Over time, you had become a silent witness to the intricate dance of their relationship