anhattan. The interior was silent, insulated from the city's

ands placed nervously on his knees. He felt lik

window, focused on a tablet. The setting sun cast a gol

quickly looked down, a warm

m the corner of her eye. A small

o the familiar buil

tor, his eyes widening as he saw her press

windows offered a 360-degree view of the city, with Central

etely overwhelmed. He knew his "boss" was rich, but

s and sinking her bare feet into the soft c

floor. "That's your room. The housekeeper

hospital suite. It felt like a dream. Suddenly, the

uidly, revealing a sliver of her toned midriff. "I'm t

ow to cook." In his fragmented memory, he was a te

and walking towards the master b

n the enormous, stat

pened the Sub-Zero refrigerator and stare

him. He took out his phone and searched, "

oom, wrapped in a silk robe, toweling her d

to see the table set with a perfectly cooked pan

a remnant from a former housekeeper-and was

on nervous. "I... I didn't know what you l

all bite of the salmon. The skin was crispy, the insi

t the "boy" standing before her

could cook. He had always been the imperious Mr. Carl

ntrast was d

her voice to remain neutral as she

a wide, brilliant smile, looking like a golden re

mile made her heart

journal. The betrayal. The c

ering the secret behind the journal. She just had to find a way to