“Good evening, Ma’am,” Blake greeted me, his tone formal yet polite. He unlocked the gates, allowing me to step inside before closing them again.
Blake is the Security Head of the Bradfords. He was younger than I in terms of age—two years to be exact—but his intelligent, piercing blue eyes and the way he carried himself made him appear older than his actual age. He was polite all the time, yet he had this impenetrable wall surrounding him, letting no one get close enough to know what lies within his hard exterior.
Furthermore, he had been working at the Bradford Mansion for nearly four and a half years, and yet I had never seen him smile. He always wore that impeccable expression on his undeniably handsome face.
“Good evening, Blake,” I managed to reply politely. Blake was tall, nearly
