THE WORLD’S BEST SAFECRACKERS FAILED—THEN A POOR MAID OPENED THE MAFIA BOSS’S VAULT IN 58 SECONDS

in the corner, a grandfather clock ticked.

Alexander took one slow step toward her.

Then another.

He towered over her, radiating a dark authority that made instinct scream at her to lower her eyes.

He looked at her cheap shoes.

Her gray uniform.

The polishing cloth in her trembling hand.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Clara,” she said. “I clean the east wing.”

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