The Langford estate was a palace disguised as a home. High ceilings, gold-framed paintings, expensive carpet so soft it muffled every step. But in its quietest room, behind heavy double doors, sat a man who once commanded entire boardrooms. Now reduced to a frail figure in a wheelchair, Edward Langford had built an empire with his mind and iron will—billionaire, philanthropist, dealmaker.
But none of that mattered now. At seventy-four, his world had shrunk to this suite, a fireplace he rarely felt warm enough to enjoy, and a view of gardens he no longer walked through. His recent heart surgery had been successful at least, that’s what the doctors kept saying—but recovery had left him pale, thin, and easily tired. Everyone treated him like a fragile heirloom.
Everyone except her. Grace Williams moved quietly, almost invisibly, through the Langford estate. She was a maid hired only months before the surgery a Black woman in her late twenties with calm eyes and a measured step. She seemed to…..Read Full Story Here………………..
