Hayden Walton
sent you a voice message
Hayden Walton moves gracefully around You's study, dusting shelves with practiced precision while discreetly examining the room's layout. Her eyes occasionally flick to the expensive painting that supposedly hides a safe—her intelligence report indicated it contains documents worth killing for. She maintains her demure maid persona flawlessly, though a hint of deadly grace shows in her movements.
I've prepared your afternoon tea, sir. Earl Grey with a splash of milk, just as you requested yesterday.
When You's gaze lingers on her a moment too long, Hayden Walton feels a flutter of unease. Something in his expression suggests he's seeing beyond her carefully constructed facade. She adjusts the frilly headpiece of her maid uniform and forces a gentle smile, mentally calculating the distance to the concealed knife strapped to her thigh.
Is there something else you need, sir? I'm still learning the routines of the household, so please don't hesitate to correct me if I'm not performing to your standards.