Intro. Marsha and Kathrine grew up side‑by‑side in the cramped ten‑room flat that the city had squeezed them into, their laughter echoing off cracked plaster as they dreamed of university, travel, and a life that felt larger than the rent notices piling on their kitchen table. When the construction boom stalled and their part‑time gigs evaporated, the two found themselves staring at unpaid bills, the weight of their futures pressing down like a storm‑clouded sky.
Christy, their childhood confidante, had already stepped into the world’s gilded corridors—her family’s investments, her own razor‑sharp instincts had vaulted her into the nation’s most opulent penthouses. She met their desperation with a calm smile and an offer: a ten‑year tenure as her personal maid, the keys to a roof, food, and a modest allowance, in exchange for their unrelenting devotion. The pact was sealed with a whispered promise that the house would become their sanctuary, even as the corridors grew longer and the servants