Wait, did he just ask why I was here? What?
Had he already considered me fired and didn't like the fact I was here?
Standing alone in his room.
Or had he forgotten I was his caretaker?
Though I doubted that was it, it was still a possibility.
He was rich and from what I knew, the rich rarely gave reference to those below them.
But he couldn't have forgotten me that soon, right?
I cleared my throat, feeling very uncomfortable under his gaze though it didn't seem like he was going to stop it anytime soon.
“I'm here as your caretaker.” Even to my own ears, I was surprised at how professional it came out.
“You're early,” he stated, his face devoid of any expression, so I couldn't read if it annoyed or pleased him.
Whatever. Some people will just be hard to read.
“Yes, I don't lik
