And finally Elena, his housekeeper — discreet, humble, always keeping her head down.
Raymond handed each of them a platinum credit card, his face unreadable.
“You have twenty-four hours. Buy whatever you want. Don’t ask questions. Tomorrow, you’ll return the cards… and I’ll decide what it means for your future.”
Cynthia lit up, already calling her friends. Margaret walked out whispering, “Finally my chance!” Angela, ecstatic, was already dreaming about the parties she would throw. Elena, meanwhile, trembled, as if the card were burning in her hand.
The next day, Raymond waited for them in his private lounge.
Cynthia arrived first, arms full of luxury shopping bags: jewelry, designer dresses, overpriced shoes. Margaret laid out invoices for expensive furniture, cutting-edge gadgets, and even a gold tableware set. Angela presented receipts for rare wines, club nights… and even the down payment for a sports car.
Raymond remained impassive.


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