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BLAIR’S POV. I turned off my rented car a few blocks away from the park house, I could not shake off the feeling of apprehension. The job opportunity Stella mentioned turned out to be working as a maid in the pack house. Normally, I would not even consider it, especially with the idea of being around the triplets, but the pay was too good to pass up. Stella had a point; if I stuck with this job for a few months, I could clear up most of my debts. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car, steeling myself for what lay ahead. Before I could even reach the entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows, and I found myself face to face with an elderly woman. “Welcome, Blair,” she said kindly, extending her hand. “I’m Mrs. Brown, the head of the staff here. We are thrilled to have you join