“Then I’ll hand in my notice here and find a job in advertising or sales. Something corporate andexciting. Someplace I can wear power suits and give a bunch of men orders.”
I laugh. “Not so mild-mannered after all, are you?”
She shrugs but grins bashfully. “We all have our roles to play. I’m not here to make waves. I’m here tokeep my head down and get myself through uni. I’m grateful to Master Isaak for giving me this job.”
I lean back. “Is he a good boss?”
“I know this isn’t exactly what you want to hear… but yes, he is.”
She tenses immediately, as though I’ve asked her an invasive question. Then again, given that I’masking her about her boss, and I am technically his wife, I suppose it is an invasive question to ask.
“Sorry. You don’t have to answer
