The millionaire decided to test the new housekeeper, leaving the safe open and turning on the camera. But after reviewing the recording, he was STUNNED by what he saw…

Leonard Sullivan was a man spoken of in business circles with respect and even envy. He had built a successful investment holding over 20 years, which brought stable income and made his name one of the most known in the city. His photos regularly appeared in business magazines, and young entrepreneurs dreamed of attending his master classes.

But Leonard himself considered himself an ordinary person who simply seized every opportunity life gave him. He lived in a spacious penthouse in the center of New York City. The panoramic windows of his apartment offered a view of the city lights at night.

Everything here was perfect: expensive furniture, latest-generation appliances, stylish paintings on the walls. Even the books on the shelves stood in even rows, as if no one had ever read them. For Leonard, this was not a home, but a refuge where he returned to rest between endless meetings and business trips.

Every morning of his started the same way. Leonard got up exactly at 6:30 AM, went to the bathroom with snow-white tiles, and turned on the shower. Then, putting on a perfectly ironed suit, he drank coffee brewed by his housekeeper.

Everything was on schedule, as if he were not a human, but part of a complex mechanism. «If you want to achieve success, don’t waste time on nonsense,» he often repeated to his subordinates. And he really followed this rule.

He had no family, and he was proud of it. In his opinion, family and attachments hindered focus on business. Colleagues often joked behind his back: «Sullivan is a machine.»

«They say his heart even works on schedule.» But envy seeped through their voices, for he had achieved what most could only dream of. Despite all the outward well-being, deep down Leonard felt some emptiness.

He never told anyone about it and tried to drown it out with work. His schedule was planned by the minute: meetings, negotiations, discussions of new projects. Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was an endless cycle from which there was no escape.

But he quickly dismissed such thoughts, convincing himself that it was all for success. Sometimes in the evenings, standing by the window with a glass of wine, he looked at the city and thought about how far he had come from those days when he was an unknown young man. His colleagues and partners respected him for his firmness in decisions, discipline, and ability to take on the most complex challenges.

But behind all this success hid a deeply buried longing. Leonard always knew how to hide it, for in his world weakness was not forgiven. Everything around seemed perfect, but more and more often he wondered—for whom or what was all this?

When Leonard Sullivan returned from another business trip to Europe, his mood was, as always, businesslike and neutral. The flight went without hitches, the deal was successfully closed, which meant the day could be considered successful. He crossed the spacious hall of his penthouse, enjoying the fresh scent of cleanliness that always accompanied the cleaning by his housekeeper Theresa Johnson.

This woman had worked for him for eight years and was almost the only person who knew all about his habits. However, this time Theresa met him not with her usual polite smile, but with noticeable excitement. She was waiting for him in the kitchen, where she was just finishing wiping the table.

«Mr. Sullivan, can I have a moment?» she began, visibly nervous. Leonard slowed his step, looked at her over his glasses, but still nodded. «What’s wrong?» he asked briefly, expecting perhaps a request for a raise or a day off.

Theresa fidgeted a bit, folded her hands in front of her, and said: «I need to leave.» «I’m very sorry, but I can’t work for you anymore.» Leonard frowned in surprise.

Theresa’s words hit him like a bolt from the blue. He knew her as a person who always performed her duties precisely and never complained. «Leave? Why?» he raised his voice slightly, though trying to stay calm.

«Did I offend you in some way?» «No, of course not, Mr. Sullivan,» she quickly assured him. «It’s just that my children decided to move closer to the coast.»

«You know, it’s quieter there, less noise, better for the grandchildren.» «My daughter is expecting another child, and I want to help.» «I want to babysit the grandkids while I still have the strength.»..