The old maid hobbled down the hallway in her dusty, worn outfit looking almost as old as the house she was tasked with cleaning and maintaining. She had already cleaned the study, the kitchen, and the library. The maid was dragging her withered and weary body from one room to the next until she came upon her employer’s office. “Lionel Earhardt” read the bronze plaque adorning the wall just to the side of the office’s door. Her employer was a cruel man, known for dealing in business that most would deem as nefarious. She did not know exactly what his occupation was or where he worked, all she knew was that he owned and operated several businesses. As she moved towards the door she overhead a familiar commanding sound, the voice of her employer, Mr. Earhardt. The maid heard another voice join in the conversation, also a man, of similar age and geographic origin to Mr. Earhardt. She could not make out every word spoken but she was certain that she heard “… the situation regarding your pretender brother has been handled.”