Chloe stood on the patio of the grand estate, straightening her uniform and looking out over the sparkling blue expanse of the private pool.
The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow. She felt anxious and nervous knowing that Victoria, Nova’s mother and her employer, had requested a private conversation. Of course, she was expecting it. It was her daughter they were obviously going to talk about.
Victoria approached gracefully, a cocktail in her hand, her presence commanding and elegant as always. “Chloe, dear, thank you for joining me,” she said, her voice gentle but carrying the authority of a woman accustomed to being in charge.
“Of course, Mrs. Victoria,” Chloe replied respectfully. She clasped her hands in front of her, standing until Victoria motioned for her to sit. Only
