The smell of lemon cleaner hung in the air as I scrubbed the kitchen counters. The faint hum of the dishwasher filled the quiet house.

Cleaning wasn’t my favorite activity, but it kept my hands busy and my mind clear. I had just tossed the sponge into the sink when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to find a man standing there, tall and polished, with a smile that could have been pulled straight from a toothpaste commercial. He held a leather briefcase in one hand and a sleek phone in the other.

“Hello!” he said brightly. “I’m looking for Mr. Lambert. You must be the cleaning lady. Liliya, right?” He stepped forward, offering a hand. “I’m his business partner, David. Nice to meet you.”