“THANK YOU IRINA,” SOPHIE said as the girl brought her breakfast tray. Sophie had asked for croissants and cream cheese, strawberries, deviled eggs, cold sliced chicken, and tea with honey and lemon. She’d backed off on the coffee, even though she craved it daily, on suspicion of her condition.
Irina nodded and stepped back. Sophie popped a strawberry into her mouth and chewed appreciatively, but noted the girl wasn’t leaving the room. “What is it, Irina?” Sophie asked.
Irina wrung her hands nervously. “I wanted to thank you, for allowing me to stay in your service.”
Sophie swallowed her fruit. Since she’d tricked Irina into opening the window for her the night Sophie had attempted suicide, the girl had been in danger of an extreme reprimand from the Bratva. Careless employees were not
