I know that he followed me with his eyes as I walked past him. I could feel them on my skin.
But strangely, it did not bother me.
With every step I took away from that man, more control returned to my body and I felt more stable. With a fake smile of calmness, I turned to the head of the kitchen, one of the longest here working staff members and the woman that was always in my life.
“Good morning, Olga. Wouldn’t it be too much trouble for you to prepare my usual?”
The woman turned to me and did a little courtesy,
“Of course not. Why don’t you wait in the small dining room and I will bring it when it is ready?”
“Would it be too much trouble to bring it to my study? I have some work to finish?”
The woman looked at me with a sad gaze.
She is one of many servants that more or less rai
