The morning sun poured through the high windows of the grand mansion.
Victoria adjusted her expensive gold dress while looking at her reflection.
She loved the feeling of authority inside this massive home.
Her fiancé Daniels was the owner of a vast real estate company.
Victoria felt like the queen of the estate every single day.
An elderly maid named Martha stood near the marble staircase holding a mop.
Martha had worked in the house for only a few days.
She kept her head down and focused strictly on her chores.
Victoria scoffed as she watched the old woman work so slowly.
She walked over to the corner where a cleaning bucket sat full of ice water.
Without a word of warning, Victoria grabbed the bucket with both hands.
She tipped it over completely and dumped the freezing water on Martha.
Martha let out a sharp gasp as the cold liquid soaked her thin uniform.
She trembled from the cold and stared at the floor in shock.
Victoria covered her mouth and burst into loud, cruel laughter.
Victoria: You look like a drowned rat standing there!
Martha gripped the handle of her mop tightly to steady herself.
She did not yell or fight back against the harsh treatment.
Victoria leaned in close with a sneer on her face.
Victoria: Learn your place in this house, old woman.
The heavy front doors of the mansion suddenly swung open wide.
Daniels walked into the foyer carrying his leather briefcase after a long morning meeting.
He stopped instantly when he saw the wet floor and his crying maid.
Victoria changed her expression in a second and ran toward him.
Victoria: Daniels! Thank goodness you are finally home!
She grabbed his arm tightly and pretended to shake with fear.
Victoria: She threatened me! She tried to attack me!
Daniels looked from his crying fiancée to the silent old woman.
His face tightened with rising anger at the scene before him.
He believed every word his spoiled partner was telling him.
Daniels: Did you really raise your voice at her?
Martha remained quiet and slowly reached for her wet glasses.