It was the summer where I got my first job as a housekeeper in a huge mansion. I was really excited because the pay was A LOT, at least to me.

I’m going to make a lot of money! I thought to myself.

At first, the duty as a housekeeper sounds like a lot, but as weeks past by, it’s beginning to feel a lot easier. One day, during breakfast time, I was about to knock on the owner of the mansion’s office door when I heard voices from inside.

There’s two voices, including the owner’s vocie.

“Should we…Kill…or leave it?” The

“Of course!…don’t leave the evidence… dangerous…caught.” The owner of the mansion said.

“What if…find out?”

“…for our own goods…do it.” The owner said.

“Fine.” The other person replied.

I covered my mouth in horror. They are really a part of the mafia gang that the police had been talking about on the news?

I quietly went away and pace around in the dining room.

I can’t keep this to myself, I had to tell the police! But why about my job? I will lose my job if I did.

Why am I concerned of my own job when I have a chance to do something heroic right now? Now is my time to shine!

I decided I can’t risk calling right now.. but they can finish hiding the body before I called the police. Then, the police will not detect any suspician on them and I will be out of job too.

I clinged on hair as I did a dramatic silent scream. While I was at it, I saw a camera on the left corner.

Oh, shoot. Uh… That’s awkward, I forgot there’s camera in the dining room. I swiftly changed into my normal expression and went back to my duty.

I had to call the police, I thought as I walked to the door and this time, there a no sound.

I knocked.

“Come in.”

I twisted the knob and opens the door. “It’s time for breakfast, Mr. Tones. I said in the most professional and unhinged tone.

“I will be there in a minute.” He responded as if nothing has happened.

I closed the door quietly and walked to the employee’s restroom. I looked around the restroom and saw no security camera. I sighed in relief and went inside the bathroom and dialed police’s number. I waited inpatient and nervously for the other line to pick up. I can feel my heart pounding so loud, as if the whole world could hear my heartbeat.

The police finally picked up the phone. “911, what’s your emergency?” A deep male voice came through the phone.

“I’m here to report a suspician upon the case of Mr. Jones.” I said in a low voice.