OLIVIA
The next morning started way too early for my liking. The alarm blared in my ear like it had a personal vendetta against me, and I groaned, rolling onto my stomach before remembering—oh right. I wasn’t alone anymore. Not with Roy lurking around like a hawk in an expensive suit.
Dragging myself out of bed, I showered, dressed, and tried to pretend I didn’t feel someone watching me from the hallway.
The second I opened my door, there he was—Mr. Always On Duty, standing ramrod straight, looking like he’d swallowed a stick for breakfast.
“Good morning, Miss Olivia,” he said in that calm, professional tone that made me both grateful and irritated at the same time.
“Roy,” I sighed, slipping on my backpack, “you know you don’t have to follow me everywhere, right?”
His lips twi
