FAZER LOGINCHAPTER 22The file didn't need to be delivered until morning.I delivered it anyway.The corridor outside his study was empty at nine-thirty. My shift was technically done. My apron was folded over my arm and I had every reasonable excuse to walk downstairs and out the side entrance and go home.Instead I knocked ,once on his door.A pause. Then, "Come in."He was on the sofa. Not behind his desk where the furniture kept things professional and the distance was easy to maintain. Just sitting with one ankle crossed over his knee, a file open in one hand, reading glasses low on his nose.The lamplight made him look less like a CEO and more like a man.Which was worse.His eyes lifted when I entered. Dropped the file in my hand."That couldn't wait until morning?""I thought you'd want to see it tonight." I crossed the room slowly and set it on the table beside his untouched drink, close enough that I had to lean slightly past him to place it down.He went very still.I straightened and
Chapter 21Matthias asked for five minutes.I gave him three and used the other two standing outside his study door deciding exactly how I was going to walk into that room.Not like a maid. Not like David Lennox's daughter asking for a favour.Like someone who knew what she wanted and had stopped apologising for it.I knocked."Come in."He was at his desk this time. Jacket off, sleeves rolled to the elbow, the end-of-day himself that I was beginning to think was the real one. He looked up when I entered, and something in his expression shifted, just as it always did when he saw me - that small, involuntary recalibration he couldn't quite stop.I didn't sit down.I crossed the room and stood at the edge of his desk and looked at him directly."Victoria sent my father that note," I said."I know.""You're waiting before you move on her.""I need the full picture.""While you build the full picture my father is sitting at his kitchen table not eating dinner." I held his gaze. "He's a go
CHAPTER 20Saturday morning I moved a book. Not randomly. I chose the one Matthias had left face-down on the sitting room chair, the one he'd been reading for three days based on how the bookmark had shifted. I picked it up, found his page, and moved it three shelves up on the bookcase. Same section. Different shelves. He'd find it somewhere, but only if he took the time to look. Then I finished the room and moved on. It was just a minor thing. Someone clearly noticed and messed with this place. I wanted to see what he'd do. At school on Monday Caden found me in the library stacks. I'd gone in after economics to return two books to the reserve section. The shelves were pretty tight back there, all metal, floor to ceiling, and it always felt a bit too quiet when I heard him before I saw him. The particular weight of his footsteps that I'd memorised across two lifetimes. I kept moving. Found the shelf I needed. Slipped the first book into position "You've been busy," Caden said fr
CHAPTER 19My mother made pasta.She always made pasta when she was worried about something. It was the meal that required enough attention to keep her hands busy without requiring enough thought to stop her mind from running. By the time I arrived at seven the kitchen smelled like garlic and something simmering and she was stirring a pot with the focused energy of someone who needed to be doing something with her body.She hugged me too long at the door again.I let her.My father was at the kitchen table with a cup of tea he wasn't drinking. He looked up when I came in and smiled the smile he used when he didn't want me to know something was wrong, the one that didn't quite reach his eyes.I'd been reading that smile my whole life."You look tired," I said, sitting across from him."Long week.""Mom said you were up early this morning."He wrapped both hands around his mug. "Couldn't sleep. You know how it is."I did know how it was. I'd spent most of the last two weeks not sleepin
CHAPTER 18 He was chilling in the cozy little sitting room at the end of the west corridor, not at his desk. He wasn't glued to his phone. Sitting in the chair closest to the window with a folder on the table next to him, he'd gaze out at the grounds, almost like he was daydreaming or lost in thought when I knocked on the open door. He looked up. "Sit down." I sat in the chair across from him.The table in between us held just a folder, nothing more. He didn't pop it open right away. He looked at me first, the way he'd been doing more frequently in the last week, like he was checking something against something he already knew. "How much do you know about how your father's department runs?" he said. "Enough. He chats about his job over dinner, inventory cycles, maintenance schedules, which equipment needs replacing and when." I paused. "He's been flagging the east groundskeeping machinery for months. Some of it's overdue for service.". Matthias mentioned, "I've sent in three eq
CHAPTER 17The issue popped up on Wednesday night out of the blue. I was finishing the last guest room on the upper east corridor when I heard water. The distant rumble of pipes echoing like they used to in those old homes: Something closer. Something is wrong. I followed it to the end of the hall. The door to the linen closet was ajar. I pushed it and water came over the threshold and soaked my shoes immediately. The pipe joint in the corner had quietly split at the fitting, not exploding in a dramatic fashion but failing slowly, the kind of gradual breakdown that had likely been happening for days Water was cascading down the wall, pooling on the stone floor, and already seeping through the gap under the baseboard towards the corridor I didn't go for Marta first. I turned off the supply valve at the base of the pipe. It took both hands and a bit of effort, but it managed to halt the flow. Then I found the floor drain under the shelving unit and pulled the unit aside so the water







