"What's on your mind, Saul?" I ask while we wait for the elevator doors to open.
"I'm keeping my opinion quiet until you speak to this girl. No need to add my fuel to this fire."
I have no idea what he means and step into the hallway. Putting my hand on the identification machine on the wall, the double metal sliding doors guarding the servant quarters opens after the laser scans my palm. Stepping into the hallway, I stop at the first door on the left and tap the digital lock to enter.
A young girl with blonde hair and pretty pale blue eyes sits at a desk in the center of the room. She could be a mirror of my young self and I can't help wondering if this is some mistake. The girl is beautiful even with the dark rings under her eyes and it takes me several moments to gather my wits.
"My name is..." I begin, but the girl cuts stops me by raising her hand.
"I know who you are, everyone knows you. Do you think the people that live here could possibly be unaware of you? Do you have any fucking idea how much the servants talk about you?" Her pretty face contrasts with angry words and I can't help feeling the hostility is for me.
Saul snickers at me and I wait for the girl to continue. She pushes hair from her face and leans her elbows on the desk.
"First, get rid of that." She nods in Saul's direction. "I'll only speak with you. Alone."
Saul leaves without a protest and I'm left with the girl, each of us trying to imprint a stare into the other's eyes.
"Tell me your name. And please, tell me me what happened yesterday."
"Get me a cigarette, I'm fucking dying for one," she says. "And you can call me Mary."
Removing a pack from a pocket, I slide her a cigarette and a lighter and wait for her to continue. I can feel the anger flowing from her in waves and know there must be something I'm missing. She takes a deep drag and closes her eyes, a soft laugh escaping her lips along with a puff of smoke.
"There was no rape. The old man simply saw something he wasn't supposed to see. Tell him to mind his own fucking business."
"Excuse me? No rape? Can you please explain that?"
"I wasn't being raped. I'm...with him."
"...with him?" The cold hate in her eyes explains it all. I know the look so well I could tell this story of hers without hearing another detail. Someone's been touching this girl for a long time. "George did the right thing telling me. Men of a certain age shouldn't be involved with girls of a certain age."
"I can and will do whatever I want. I'm not a fucking servant. I just stay in the servant quarters..." She stops and I lean forward, eager to know the rest. My heart skips and I feel sweat on my forehead.
"If you are not a servant, Mary, can you please tell me your full name?"
"My name is Mary Holden."
The world stops for a moment and I grip the table to keep my brain from spinning. I know the truth before she speaks.
"Ray is my father."