MIRABEL POV.
TWO DAYS LATER.
I clocked in for work, and the first person I saw was Noah, sitting in the living room. It was obvious he had been waiting for me. I greeted him quickly and tried to leave, but he stopped me.
“Wait, I want to speak with you,” Noah said.
I sighed, turning to face him. “This is my work hour, Noah. Even though I work in the packhouse, I was instructed to stay out of your presence. I’m sure there are other maids assigned to you.”
“Well, I want you to come with me,” he said, standing up and walking toward me. “I have something I want to talk to you about.”
I sighed again, raising an eyebrow. “Please don’t make this difficult for me. It’s bad enough, you know I work here, but waiting for me every day to talk is… not good. You have responsibilities to attend to.
