“Okay, let’s go through the house staff again,” she says and tries to hide a yawn.
I reach up to remove a strand of hair that’s fallen over her face, hooking it behind her ear, and she goes still. Slowly, she raises her head and looks at me, surprise in her eyes. One thing I’ve noticed, and it has been baffling me from the beginning, is the fact that during the whole six days she’s spent here, she hasn’t once tried to touch me. Is it because we don’t have that kind of relationship? She told me that ours was an arranged marriage. Or is it something else? Whatever the reason, I don’t like it.
“That’s enough for today,” I say. “Go home and rest.”
“You’re being released in the morning. We need to go over the staff one more time.”
“Security, first shift. Marco, Sandro, Gio, Antonio, Emilio,
