Oliver walked into the questioning room and sat down opposite the woman. She had a grim expression on her face and from her demeanor, Oliver knew she didn't want to talk much.
"Alright, do you want anything to drink?"
The woman's expression remained unchanged as she refused to utter a word. Oliver sighed and drummed his fingers on the metal table.
"Please, get her a drink." Oliver said to the police officer.
He nodded and breezed out of the room. Oliver clasped his hands on the table and turned his attention to the woman.
"What's your name?"
"Elena."
Oliver's eyes widened a bit. He hadn't expected her to reply him.
"Okay, Elena, I'll need to answer a few questions for me. It'll help us greatly if you cooperated."
Elena folded her arms and crossed her legs.
"What is your relationship with Mr Reagan?"
"I'm his maid."
"how long have to worked as his maid?"
