“Gretha, you don’t have to bring me coffee I can manage.” Gretha places the coffee pot and cup with cookies on the kitchen table. I don’t want a server, especially not Gretha, I have too much respect for her to serve me.
“Miss Johnson, It’s my job.”
“In that massive house, yes.” she handed me a cup of coffee and a smile.
“Ok, you caught me. I use your apartment for an escape. Misses Baker is driving me mad.”
“Tell me about it.” I rolled my eyes, and Gretha burst out in laughter.
“Gretha?”
“Yes, Miss Johson?”
“Please call me Mia.”
“Ok Mia.” she glowed while placing the dishes in the dishwasher.
“How long have you been working for the Baker Family?”
“Since Mr. Baker, we’re a little boy. When he moved out of his Father’s house he took me with him. Lucas stayed until his Fa
