TWENTY-TWO

ELLEN

I got the anonymous notes on my desk for a few more days and I became suspicious of Dante. He was nicer to me, and we worked more informally than formally in the office. I wanted to confront him about it, but I wanted to be sure he was the one dropping those notes for me. I would not deny that alternating between the office and Oliver's house was difficult. I was exhausted most of the time and I was getting farther and farther from Sophie. Kennedy would soon return to New York and anxiety kicked in. I thought of how to joggle Sophie and work again. Lily and I had a very tough argument about working at Oliver's mansion and we said some really awful things to each other, so I could not ask for her help. With Kennedy's help, I got an apartment and was still furnishing it.

I tried hard not to let any of it affect my job at Oliver's mansion. For the first week, nothing went wrong between Oliver and me. He just seemed uninterested in me and only spoke to me when necessary.