Arthur Vance stood by the tall window of his quiet top floor office.
He watched the heavy city traffic move along the street below his property.
His family mansion was a massive place filled with bright white marble floors.
A giant crystal chandelier hung over the center of the grand entrance hall.
Arthur had earned millions through hard work and smart business investments over many years.
Yet his heart always felt cold and empty inside this giant house.
He lost his younger sister twenty years ago during a dark rainy night.
He searched for her across the country but found no trace of her.
His elderly butler named Thomas walked up the wide stairs with a silver tray.
Thomas: The new cleaning staff arrived this morning, sir.
Arthur: Make sure they follow all the home rules, Thomas.
Thomas: One young woman seems very quiet and polite, Mr. Vance.
Arthur simply nodded his head and looked back at his computer screen.
He did not care about the people who swept his floors every afternoon.
Downstairs in the hall, a young woman named Elena adjusted her simple dress.
She was poor and needed money to pay her old apartment rent this week.
Her hands trembled slightly as she carried a heavy wooden bucket of water.
She had no idea that this mansion belonged to a famous local billionaire CEO.
She only wanted to do her job and earn her small daily paycheck.
Elena looked up at the huge US flag mounted high on the wall.
The bright sunlight reflected off the shiny white walls and glass windows around her.
She felt completely out of place in such a rich and beautiful home.
Another maid walked past her with a fast step and a cold look.
Maid: Do not touch the art pieces on the lower main level.
Elena: I will be very careful with everything I wipe today.
Elena bent down to scrub the dust off the base of the staircase.
She pulled back her dark hair and tucked it behind her ear carefully.
As she moved her arm, a tiny silver birthmark showed on her neck.
Thomas happened to walk down the hall and caught a quick glimpse of it.
The old man froze in his tracks and held his breath for a moment.
He remembered seeing that exact same mark on a lost little child years ago.
He shook his head, thinking his old eyes were playing tricks on him.
He turned around slowly to fetch the daily mail from the front porch.
Elena kept cleaning the floor without knowing anyone was watching her right then.
Her chest felt tight because she had not eaten a real meal since yesterday.
She worked three different jobs just to survive in the big expensive city.
Every muscle in her thin body ached from hours of hard physical labor.
She stood up quickly to grab her cotton towel from the plastic bucket.
A sudden wave of deep dizziness washed over her head and made her sway.
She placed one hand against the cold marble wall to steady herself quickly.
The bright light in the room seemed to spin around her blurry eyes.
She gasped loudly for air as a sharp pain struck her tired chest.