With a sudden "splat," Samuel, who was startled, nearly sprayed his coffee everywhere. Mabel, quick as a flash, handed him a napkin.
Wiping the coffee stains from his shirt with a hint of exasperation, Samuel asked, "Ms. Lambert, what gave you the idea that I need a job?"
Mabel's heart had skipped a beat. Of course, someone so young and obviously rolling in dough must come from an extraordinary background.
Yet, despite knowing most of Havenbrook's high society around her age, she had never seen this man before.
Just as Mabel was about to ask, a sudden, urgent pounding echoed through the room.
"Someone's knocking at your door," Mabel pointed out to Samuel.
But Samuel remained unfazed, letting the pounding grow louder and louder. Mabel couldn't help but remind him again. Only then did
