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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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13. Mr Kent

This was not going to end well. I thought to myself. I could not take my eyes from my Master as he opened the letter; he showed no care towards it. He could easily have torn the letter. Opening envelopes was not something my Master normally did, that was my job.

His eyes scanned the letter; he dropped the paper onto his desk. He looked furious.

A few stuttered words fell from the tip of my tongue, but my Master ignored them.

“That girl!” he shouted making me jump. “That bloody girl!” I could see the fury in his eyes. Poor Miss Hewitt, whatever the letter said she was going to be in a lot of trouble. Instantly I knew it was going to be one regarding her behaviour, it always was.

“I’ll kill her for this,” he said. His voice went horribly calm. My blood ran cold. I had never heard such words of violence escape my Master's lips before.

“Please Sir, you cannot punish Miss Eliza, she has had a particularly hard few years, Sir.” I managed to say.

“Her Mother died five years ago Kent, that is not a few year ago, that is half a decade ago!” he shouted. I flinched as though he had hit me, but in reality Master had not moved from his chair behind his desk. He saw that he had frightened me, but the look in his eye told me he did not care.

In a calmer, yet equally sharp tone he added “I have moved on with my life, it is about time that my daughter did so as well.”

This infuriated me, which was not something that happened often. I was desperate to blurt something out, but I stopped himself just in time. I wanted to say that Albert was a bad man.

That he came out of mourning for his wife a measly six months after her death. That he married another woman only a year after Liza’s Mother passed. And that their child, James, was now the sole heir to Albert’s estate leaving Liza with nothing.

“Yes Sir,” I whispered. With a slight nod of the head, it was a natural instinct when his Master was talking to nod along politely. I was about to make a hasty exit, I was not sure where I was going to go but I just wanted to be away from here.

“Not so fast,” he said. He stood from behind his desk. He walked towards me, this time I felt my face flinched violently. “Have my room packet, we are going home,” he said. He pushed past me nearly toppling me over.

“Yes Sir,” I whispered, but he was gone. Silently and calmly I began packing my Master’s belongings into his case. I picked up the letter from the bed.

I read it quickly.

Miss Eliza had been expelled from her school.

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