Chapter 1
I grabbed the wineglass out of my boss’s hand seconds before he drank it—and his wife slapped me in front of the entire ballroom. She didn’t know I had recorded what she put inside.
I was serving wine at a charity gala in Dallas when I noticed Mrs. Whitmore standing alone beside her husband’s table.
Her husband, Daniel Whitmore, owned the hotel and had always treated the staff with respect.
But that night, his wife Vanessa kept watching him instead of enjoying the party.
I was carrying a tray behind her when I saw her slip something from a tiny bottle into Daniel’s glass.
She stirred it quickly with her finger.
Then she smiled when he returned to the table.
My stomach tightened.
I pulled out my phone and started recording from behind a decorative column.
“Daniel,” Vanessa said sweetly, pushing the glass toward him. “You haven’t touched your wine.”
He picked it up.
I didn’t think.
I rushed across the room and grabbed the glass from his hand.
“Sir, please don’t drink that.”
The conversations around us stopped.
Daniel stared at me.
“What are you doing?”
Before I could answer, Vanessa stepped forward and slapped me across the face.
The sound echoed through the ballroom.
“You pathetic little waitress,” she hissed. “Do you have any idea who you just embarrassed?”
My cheek burned.
Everyone was watching.
I looked at Daniel, expecting him to fire me.
Instead, Vanessa reached for the glass.
“Give it to me.”
That was when I knew I couldn’t stay quiet.
I slapped her hand away, and when she came at me again, I slapped her across the face.
People gasped.
Vanessa froze.
“You’re finished,” she whispered.
“No,” I said, pulling my phone from my apron. “I think you are.”
I turned the screen toward Daniel.
The video showed Vanessa checking over her shoulder.
It showed the small bottle in her hand.
It showed her pouring something into his wine.
Daniel’s face went completely still.
Vanessa suddenly stopped shouting.
“Daniel, I can explain.”
He took my phone and replayed the video.
Then he zoomed in on the bottle.
His hand began to shake.
I thought he was about to confront her.
Instead, he looked across the ballroom at his attorney and whispered, “That’s the same medication they found in my brother’s blood the night he died.”
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Vanessa went pale.
And before anyone could move, the ballroom doors opened and a police detective walked straight toward our table.
