NICOLE’S POV
I enjoy eating lunch with the servants in their break room, not only because the chicken is moist and positively delicious, but also because of the unending gossip. The first time I had lunch with them, they spoke in whispers and signs, they did not trust me enough, but after they found out that I am anti Alexandra, they welcomed me into the tribe.
“Joe, lunch was delicious, as always,” I spoke into his ear, so he could hear me over the chatter. He gave my hand a light squeeze, with a grateful smile on his face, before returning his attention to what the men were saying. They were saying something about a man who tried to sneak into the compound through the back wall the other day. He had been caught just in time.
Some of the men think it was some stupid junkie trying to
