The following morning, Clara trudged through the back of the kitchen, her arms straining under the weight of a hefty garbage bag. As she made her way towards the large dumpster outside, Sheila suddenly appeared, her voice ringing out with a note of urgency as she called for her. “Clara, Ethan wants to see you in his study. You’d better hurry—he’s not known for his patience.”
Clara froze, the garbage bag slipping from her grasp and landing with a dull thud on the floor. Her heart began to race, and she felt the color drain from her face. In all her time working at the estate, Ethan had never requested to speak with her directly. And between the three Morettis, Ethan was the one who terrified her the most. He was a striking man, with chiseled features and piercing eyes that seemed to see ri
