At 11:55, Aria stood outside the kitchen with a perfectly arranged lunch tray. Grilled salmon, roasted vegetables, a side salad with dressing in a small crystal container. Black coffee with raw sugar on the side. Fresh fruit. Everything positioned exactly as Lucy had demonstrated.
"You've got this," Lucy said encouragingly. "Just be professional, don't make eye contact for too long, and get in and out quickly. Easy."
Easy, Aria thought as she carried the tray toward the stairs. Right.
The third floor was quieter than the rest of the house. Carpeted hallways that muffled sound. Fewer windows. An air of privacy that felt almost oppressive.
She could see why staff avoided coming up here. It felt like trespassing even with permission.
Damien's study was the third door on the left, just as
