~HUNTER~
"I need you to handle something."
The words come out sharper than planned as I watch Celine across the hallway. Her eyes, those warm brown eyes that usually sparkle with life..look dull, the skin around them slightly puffy.
Has she been crying? Because of what I said?
A flash of guilt twists in my chest before I stamp it down. This is better for both of us.
"Couldn't one of the other maids handle it?" she asks, her voice flat.
"I want you to do it." My eyes never leave her face as I study those puffy eyes.
Something in me wants to reach out, to brush my thumb across her cheek and ask what's wrong, even though I suspect I already know the answer.
"Anything else, sir?" The politeness in her tone is a wall between us…one I helped build.
"The Italian investors will be here
