JORDAN
I slip out of the room quietly, careful not to wake Astrid. She looks peaceful, finally resting after such a rough night, and as much as I want to stay by her side, I have an early meeting. It’s already past seven, and I can’t risk being late. This meeting is an important one and it can’t be rescheduled.
I rake a hand through my hair, feeling very tired from staying up all through the night.
Heading downstairs, I hear a faint clinking sound coming from the kitchen. As I step inside, I find Agatha, already bustling around.
“Good morning, sir,” she says, looking up from the counter with a smile.
“Morning, Agatha.”
“How’s Miss Astrid doing? Still running a fever?”
“She’s recovering,” I reply, grateful for the warm coffee already brewing. “Her fever broke, thankfully. But she’s
