Keys to the cupboard

PRINCESS Sheila stepped out of her car and onto the winding driveway of her uncle's villa. The sun was high overhead, casting a warm glow over the lush gardens and sparkling fountains. But Sheila's mood was far from warm. She was here on a mission, and she wouldn't leave until she had accomplished what she came for.

She walked up to the front door, her heels clicking on the stone steps. The door swung open before she could even ring the bell, and her uncle's butler, Jenkins, stood before her with a bow.

"Good morning, Princess," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Please, come in."

Sheila nodded, sweeping past Jenkins into the cool, dimly lit interior of the villa. She knew her way around, having spent many summers here as a child. But today, she wasn't here to reminisce. She was here to confront her uncle.

Jenkins led her to the study, where her uncle sat behind his massive wooden desk, a look of surprise on his face.