The morning sun poured through the high stained glass windows of the estate.
Elena polished the grand mahogany banister with a soft white cloth.
She had worked for the Montgomery family as a housekeeper for five years.
Every marble tile on the main floor sparkled under her careful daily care.
She loved little Maya like her own daughter.
Elena: Good morning, little sweetie.
Maya cooed happily from her small blue baby rocker near the hallway arch.
Her bright blue eyes tracked Elena as the woman wiped down the polished wood.
The peaceful moment did not last very long in the big quiet house.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the grand marble staircase from the second floor.
Victoria appeared at the top of the stairs in a tailored silk dress.
Her sharp heels clicked loudly against every single stone step.
She was Adrian Montgomery's new wife of less than six months.
From her very first day in the house, she treated the staff poorly.
Victoria: Why is that child sitting so close to the open staircase?
Elena: She is ten feet away from the stairs and strapped in safely, ma'am.
Victoria: Do not backtalk me in my own mansion, Elena.
Victoria adjusted her golden bangles with a cold glance toward the maid.
She stepped down onto the landing with an angry look on her face.
Elena kept her head down and continued polishing the wooden banister.
She knew that arguing with Victoria only made the daily chores harder.
Victoria: Adrian will be back from his morning jog in five minutes.
Elena: I will have his breakfast tray ready in the dining room, ma'am.
Victoria: Make sure the nursery equipment is moved out of my sight.
Victoria walked toward the baby stroller resting near the top staircase banister.
Her hand hovered over the rubber handle of the heavy rolling stroller.
Elena felt a sudden chill run down her spine as she watched her movements.
There was a strange look of determination in Victoria's pale green eyes.
She gripped the handle firmly and checked the empty hallway above.
Elena: Ma'am, please leave the stroller right where it is.
Victoria: Mind your own business and get back to your cleaning work.
Elena set her polishing cloth down on the small side table nearby.
She took two steps toward the staircase with growing worry in her chest.
Victoria glared down at Elena from the top of the wide marble stairs.
Victoria: You think you run this house, don't you, Elena?
Elena: I only care about the safety of this family, ma'am.
Victoria: Well, your opinion does not matter in this home anymore.
Victoria release the brake level on the stroller with a sharp click sound.
She pushed the heavy stroller frame directly toward the top stair step.
Elena gasped loudly as the stroller began to tilt forward over the edge.