DRIVER FIRED FOR THEFT WEARS THE WATCH THE RICH WOMAN GAVE TO HER SON WHO DISAPPEARED...
Michael adjusted his tie nervously, glancing at the towering gates of the Reynolds estate. The grandeur of the property was intimidating, with its sprawling gardens and the stately mansion that seemed to stretch endlessly under the morning sun. It was his first day as Katherine Reynolds' personal chauffeur, and he was determined to make a good impression.
The head housekeeper, a stern woman named Mrs. Whitmore, greeted him at the door. “You’re late,” she said curtly, even though Michael had arrived fifteen minutes early. Without waiting for his response, she handed him a neatly printed schedule. “Mrs. Reynolds values punctuality above all else. Do not forget that.”