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Albert Hewitt is fed up with his rebellious daughter Eliza. The final straw comes when Eliza gets expelled from her exclusive school. Albert has had enough. He decides to teach her a lesson. A good friend of Albert’s offers a place for Eliza to stay, a place where strict rules are in place and young women must learn their place. Albert assumes he is sending his daughter away to a finishing school. Unwillingly Albert sends Eliza into one of the strictest Cults in the country. Eliza finds herself in an unfamiliar place, with strange rules and even stranger people. She has been given a new name, a new wardrobe and strict commandments to live by. She is scared of her new surroundings, but one question remains hot on Eliza’s mind… Why her Father sent her here.
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8. Albert Hewitt

I sat in my hotel room. It was lovely, I loved going away. It was nice to be alone for a little bit. I loved being at home with Annie and little James, and Eliza as well.

Eliza was behaving badly at the moment, she was trying to wind me up and to be honest, and it was working.
I was furious at her. She was beginning to embarrass me, things could not get much worse, and last week she got into trouble for disrupting her lessons at school.

I know she did not mean to be so rebellious, after her Mother died things have gone downhill; I can’t help but feel she is blaming her behaviour on Elena’s death. That and my marriage to Annabelle and the arrival of little James didn’t make her emotions any stronger.

The hotel room was perfect, it was rather equipped, it had a large bath, a double bed and a gramophone, I was sat at the desk sorting through my paperwork and listening to some classical music. It was very relaxing.

A gentle tapping sound came from my hotel room door. I stood up to get it; normally Kent would answer the door. I brought my Butler with me, to be official Kent was not really a Butler, he was more of a Valet, but he was a great man and I needed him with me.

I went to the door and opened it. Kent was stood there waiting patiently with his hands behind his back; it was the normal posture he stood in. 
I had sent Kent out to buy me some whiskey, my bottle had smashed during the journey here, and I was desperate for another glass. I’m not an alcoholic, I never have been. But I’m stressed, I need it.

Mr Kent was a young man. He stood at just over five feet tall, and his black hair was swept to one side of his head. He always wore a smart suit. He was often quite forgetful but he was rather organised. Adam Kent was a good Butler. The best I have ever had, well the only Butler/Valet I have ever had.

“Welcome back Kent,” I smiled brightly.

“Pleasant to see you again Sir,” Kent said calmly. There was an air about him that was different, someone was wrong I could feel it. I was about to ask him if everything was alright but he beat me to it. “I have your whiskey Sir,” he said. He lifted the bottle in hand to show me. He placed an envelope down on the table. It looked like post, I would open it later.

“Perfect, perfect,” I said. I turned back around and went to sit at the desk. “Pour me a glass Kent,” I said returning to my paperwork. I figured he would tell me if someone overly important had happened.

“At once Sir,” he said. I heard him fumbling around behind me with the glasses. I could hear them clinking together. I thought nothing of it until I jumped, I spun around. Kent was stood like a rabbit, I looked down, and a glass lay smashed on the carpet. I stood up to help.

“Oh no Sir, please,” Kent said, he bent down and began picking up the pieces of glass. “What a fool I am, please, do not touch. You may cut your hands!” he exclaimed.

“I’ll be alright,” I assured him. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Fine thank you Sir, never better, in fact,” he said. He was lying; he was always a terrible liar. I don’t think he could bring himself to lie to me.

I looked at him, he was visibly shaken. His eyes darted back to the letter that he had placed down as he came in.

“Kent,” I said slowly. “What is in that letter?”
 

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