Chapter 142 Heavy scrutiny

The rest of her shift passed in a blur of tension and fear. When it was finally over, Mariama practically ran from the mansion, desperate for the relative safety of her small apartment. But as she walked home, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed. Every shadow seemed to hide a threat, every passing car a potential danger. By the time she reached her building, she was nearly in tears from the stress. Mariama locked her door behind her, sliding down to sit on the floor. She buried her face in her hands, trying to calm her racing heart. How had she ended up here? How much longer could she survive in this world of violence and betrayal? As she sat there, memories of her past life – of wealth and power and revenge – seemed like a distant dream. Now, she was just struggling to stay alive, trapped in a game where she didn't know the rules and couldn't trust anyone. Mariama took a deep breath, forcing herself to stand up. She couldn't afford to fall apart now. Whateve