FELIX
After the incident in the dining hall this morning, I sent Joseph to Samara’s Place to do some investigating. Was Samara aware that her latest hire was using a different name than what was on her passport?
It turns out, all of my suspicions were correct. Miya was Mila, from America. The very girl I had been searching for had been under my nose this whole time. When Joseph had asked Samara about it, she merely shrugged.
“She is an excellent chef,” Samara said. “I don’t really care what her name is so long as she gets the job done.”
“Did you know the Prince is looking for her?” Joseph asked.
“Is she in trouble?”
“No, but–”
“Then that’s none of my business.” was Samara’s response. She was well-respected enough in our community for anyone to mess with her, even the royal family.
