Third Person’s POV
Fiona had stood still for a while watching Jordan leave the house, giving her his final warnings. She wasn’t terrified nor scared of him, but she was mad, mad at the fact that he was beginning to see her for who she truly was and that she didn’t have the upper hand anymore.
“Ma’am, should we throw the fruit juice as well?” A maid walked up to her and asked, taking her away from her thoughts. She stared at the maid with creased brows and clenched fists.
“Are you stupid?” Fiona asked furiously.
“No ma’am. I’m sorry. I just thought Master didn’t like the food, so maybe we could preserve the juice.” The maid bowed her head in fear and fidgeted with her fingers while the other servants watched the scene closely from hidden parts of the house like they always do.
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