Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
This place is huge, and by the time we get to the kitchen, I’m dying of thirst. Cassia opens the fridge and says, “It will be kept fully stocked at all times. The guards will bring the deliveries, and you can just pack everything away.” She glances around. “I think that’s everything. Do you have any questions?”
So, so many.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and open up my email, which I only have because I needed one to sign into the app I watch my K-dramas on. I type out everything, then turn the screen for Cassia to see.
What does my boss like to eat? Is he allergic to anything? Can I make food for myself as well? What do I do if there’s an emergency, like a fire or something? How will I get paid? Do you need my bank details?
Cassia lets out a chuckle. “Don’t worry about cooking for your boss. The fridge is stocked for you. If there’s something you don’t like, just give the guards a note telling them to stop getting it. If there’s an emergency, the guards will get you to safety. Your salary will be paid into your bank account, and we have those details already.”
A frown forms on my forehead as I type out another question.
How do you know my bank details?
“We did a search on you, remember?”
What kind of search?
“A general one to see if you have a criminal record. Every employer does one.”
I’ve never heard of that, but okay.
Cassia meets my eyes. “Anything else?”
I shake my head.
“Then I’m going to go. If you need to reach out to me, the guards know how to get in contact with me. Walk with me so I can introduce you to Oscar. He’s in charge of your group of guards.
My group?
When we step out of the house, a man who seems to be in his forties comes closer. He doesn’t try to shake my hand but locks eyes with me. It’s so unnerving, I quickly look down and wrap my arms tightly around myself.
“I’m Oscar, ma’am. If you need anything, just let me know.”
I nod quickly and give him a wave.
“Guard her with your life,” Cassia orders in a tone I haven’t heard before. It makes my eyes flit to her face, and seeing a look of authority tightening her features, I gulp.
Crap. Did I read her wrong?
“I will,” Oscar replies.
Cassia turns her attention to me, and instantly her features soften again. “Have a good night, Jenna.”
I give her a wavering smile, and when she walks toward the SUV, I hurry back into the mansion. I shut the door behind me and engage the single lock.
I miss the deadbolts on my doors at home.
As I turn around, still clutching the handbag and my backpack, I take in all the luxury again.
This place must cost millions. Whoever owns it is filthy rich.
I look in the direction of the kitchen, and a second later, I hurry toward it. I set the bags down on the granite top of the island and yank the fridge open.
So much food, and it’s all mine?
I take a bottle of water from the door, and twisting the cap off, I drink some while I grab a shiny red apple. Taking a big bite, I chew, my eyes feast on all the vegetables and fruits.
Fresh fruit, and not the stale packs I used to steal at the gas station.
I open the freezer, and when I see all the meat, my eyes grow twice their size.
Oh. My. God.
Steak.
I grab a packet and shut the doors of the fridge before I dart to the sink so I can thaw the meat.
I’m so making stir fry tonight. If this is all a trick to kill me, at least I’ll die with a full and happy stomach.
I let out a snort at my thoughts, and as the meat defrosts, I open the fridge again and take out carrots, cauliflower, and mushrooms.
As I start to prepare the meal, a smile settles on my face, and once I’m sitting at the island with a heap of stir-fry in front of me, I begin to feel emotional.
Is this really happening to me?
Every battle I’ve had to fight just to survive flits through my thoughts. I spear a strip of steak, and as I take the bite, unshed tears sting my eyes.
When the flavors burst over my tongue, and the meat practically melts in my mouth, I can’t stop a tear from rolling down my cheek.
God. Please let this be real. I promise I’ll work my fingers to the bone.
I savor every bite, all my attention on the nourishing meal instead of watching a K-drama.
When I’ve eaten everything, and my stomach feels like it’s going to burst, I clean the kitchen and make sure nothing is out of place.