MELISSA
When I pulled open the door my eyes fell on the maid who directed me into the house.
“Your breakfast Ma’ am, Mr—“ I didn’t let her complete her sentence because I didn’t want to hear Damien’s name.
“Just drop it there,” I replied her with a firm face, pointing to the desk.
She glided across the room and once she got to the desk. She quickly dropped the tray filled with food turning backwards sharply.
“Wait!” I stopped her, just as she was about to leave the room.
“Yes, ma’am.” She said halting her steps.
“What’s your name?” I asked, staring at her closely.
“It’s Lily.” She replied with a lowered gaze.
“Nice name, and how long have you been working for Damien?” I asked in a stern voice that displayed a drop of authority.
“Ever since his first marriage, Ma’am.” She answere
