This one was not in an envelope, but it was folded. Laying the first letter aside, with her pulse crashing in her ears, Marie carefully unfolded it a...d quickly scanned the contents. It was a statement, listing the monetary balance in some type of fund—not a bank account, Marie thought. Her eyes boggled at the sum. If this was his account, then the man was filthy rich. And this probably wasn’t all of it, Marie thought, suddenly putting two and two together. She hadn’t taken much notice of. She felt she was going to be ill. After everything she had endured, her only reward would be to go back to pretending to be a True Believers’ nun. She realized the group did not see her as one of them. She was nothing more than their servant. A useful servant, but a servant with no rights and no purpose in life apart from following orders and collecting information.Before she had the chance to think of a response, a look-out excitedly showed up with the news Enockt had just entered Rika Chorna. Ab Sweta ji, mujhe change karne ke liye bolke apne room mein chali gayi. Aur main bhi apne room mein jake tshirt or barmuda mein ho liya. Main apne room mein TV dekh raha tha. Tab hi room mein heroine ki entry huyi.Woh transparent maxi mein kantaap maal lag rahi thi madam ji. Unko dekh ke mere muh se laar tapkane lagi. Woh ekdum patakha lag rahi thi. Room mein aate hi woh mere upar aake baith gayi. Waise woh wajandaar aurat thi. Mere se bhi raha nahi gaya.Main bol pada yeh kya hain mohtarma. . and kissed the gleaming black leather of her boots with abject servility. How they had hated that woman! How terrified they had been of her!“Th-Thank... you.. thank you.. M-Miss Judith... thank you for everything...”“Thank you... thank you for... for making m-me... a sslave, Miss...”Each mumbled her words of complete submission and utter defeat, whilst Miss Judith smiled down with a look of the purest delight shining from her cold blue eyes... and Quentin looked on like some benign.