Maya’s POV
“But on one condition.”
Mr. Hartwell looked at me without saying a word for a moment. His sharp gray eyes searched my face as though trying to figure out what I was thinking.
“What condition?”
I tightened my grip on my backpack. My palms had become damp with sweat, and my heart refused to slow down. This was the only way I could make everything work. If he refused, there was no way I would be able to go to the address on that black business card without raising suspicion.
Taking a slow breath, I gathered the courage to speak.
“I… I don’t want to live in the mansion anymore.”
His brows knitted together almost immediately. “What?”
“I’ll still work here,” I hurried to explain before he misunderstood me. “I’ll do everything you’ve hired me to do. I’ll clean, cook whenever I’
