There was only one Miss Monroe in Aurion.
Patricia couldn't imagine what the girl would want with her.
Could it be that words had got out and she was here for gossip?
Her breath caught at that but then she shook her head.
That was unlikely. Even the maids here don't know what actually happened, and the general's staff are classified staff who wouldn't dare breathe a word of what they saw under his roof.
“So the girl must be one of those trying to get deals from my family.” Patricia thought.
“We are not seeing anyone. Send her away. And the next time you disturb me with such nonsense, make sure you pack your bags.”
“Yes, ma'am.” The maid said and left hastily.
Whitmore didn't take the news well.
She couldn't remember the last time she was treated like this.
She's a Monroe. Nobody
