A chill runs down my spine the moment I step into Jacob"s office. Maybe it"s because it adjoins his bedroom, but more likely it"s because Jacob is in it, and that"s never a room I want to be in.
I resist the urge to glance over my shoulder at Denzel as he shuts the door behind me. This one isn"t locked. It doesn"t need to be to keep me in my place.
I search for the mark on the floor I made my second week here when I realised Jacob wants me to do things in a specific way. I make my way over to it and stand with my eyes down and my hands clasped in front of me.
"Ah, Maribelle, I"m glad you"re here," he says as he makes his way into the office from his bedroom. "Why don"t you take a seat and we"ll have tea." He flashes me a charming smile that only puts me more on edge and not less.
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