~HUNTER~"A little to the left," I direct, watching Vincent struggle with the string of lights. "No—my left, not yours."Vincent grunts, stretching to hang the lights along the cabin's wooden beams. "Since when did you become such a perfectionist about decorations?""I've always been a perfectionist," I reply, adjusting a vase of wildflowers on the dining table.The cabin smells of pine and the lasagna baking in the oven. Outside, the lake sparkles in the late afternoon sun, visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything looks perfect—which is exactly what I wanted.Vincent steps down from the ladder, wiping his hands on his jeans. "I still can't believe Hunter Reid is decorating a cabin for his maid's birthday."I shoot him a glare. "She's not just a maid.""Oh?" Vincent raises his eyebrows. "What is she, then?"I turn away, busying myself with straightening the already-straight place settings. "She's an employee who deserves recognition.""Right." Vincent's voice drips wi
~CELINE~"Miss Crawford is here to see you," Sally announces, poking her head into the kitchen where I'm washing the breakfast dishes.I dry my hands quickly on my apron. Caroline visiting the mansion is unusual—she normally just texts me to meet somewhere. Behind me, I hear Ana scoff."Of course she is," Ana mutters. "The maid with special privileges."I ignore her comment, but my cheeks burn. Since I started working here, Ana has made it clear she resents me. It got worse after Hunter started showing interest in Caesar."Thank you, Sally," I say, following her to the main entrance.Caroline stands in the foyer, dressed in designer jeans and a flowing silk blouse that probably costs more than my monthly rent. When she spots me, she waves enthusiastically."Celine! There you are! We're going shopping!"Before I can respond, I hear the patter of small feet on the marble floor."Caroline!" Caesar shouts, running toward her with arms outstretched.Caroline scoops him up, spinning him aro
~HUNTER~The numbers on my laptop screen blur together. I rub my eyes, trying to focus on the Hong Kong deal, but my mind keeps drifting to last night.To Celine's wide eyes when she saw me. To the pink flush creeping up her neck. To the way she bit her lip before fleeing my room.A sharp knock breaks my concentration, followed immediately by my office door swinging open. Only one person enters my office without waiting for permission."Cousin dearest!" Caroline sings out, striding in as if she owns the place. "Still brooding, I see."I don't look up. "I'm busy.""You're always busy," she says, dropping gracefully into the chair across from my desk. "It's your default state of being."Vincent chuckles from the doorway. I hadn't noticed him following Caroline in. Great. A tag team."What part of 'busy' don't you understand?" I ask, typing furiously although the words make no sense.Caroline props her designer boots on the edge of my desk. I glare at her until she removes them, grinning
~CELINE~My hands won't stop shaking.I stumble down the hallway, nearly crashing into one of the side tables. The sound of Hunter's door slamming behind me echoes in my ears.Oh my God. I just saw my boss naked. Completely, utterly naked.And not just naked—freshly showered, water droplets sliding down his muscular chest, over his perfect abs, lower to his...I press my palm against my hot cheek. What's wrong with me? I should be mortified, not... whatever this feeling is that's making my heart race and my skin flush."Celine? Are you alright?"I look up to find Sally, the head housekeeper, watching me with concern. I must look like a mess—face flaming red, eyes wide, breathing too fast."I—I'm fine," I lie. "Just... Mr. Reid was in his room when I went to collect the laundry. I didn't know he was home."Understanding flickers across Sally's face. "I'll go check if he needs anything."She heads toward Hunter's room, and I flee downstairs, desperate for fresh air. I slip out the back
~HUNTER~The office smells like fear. Good. It should."Mr. Reid, please reconsider…” I cut him off with a cold stare. "You had six months to meet targets. You failed."The man…Johnson? Jackson?…visibly trembles. Pathetic. His tie is crooked, and sweat darkens the underarms of his shirt. I hate weakness."Clear your desk by five," I say, already looking at my phone, dismissing him. "HR has your severance paperwork."He leaves without another word. Smart move. Begging would have gotten him nothing but my contempt.Vincent drops into the chair across from my desk the moment the door closes. "That's the third executive this month, Hunt. The board's starting to talk."I laugh, short and humorless. "Let them talk. The expansion plans for The Aurelia are finalized. Three new locations in the next eighteen months. When they see the projections, they'll shut up fast."Vincent studies me, eyes narrowed. "You look like shit. When was the last time you slept?""Sleep is overrated." I shuffle th
~CELINE~The next morning, I step out of the staff quarter making my way to the main house. The early sun casts long shadows across the immaculate lawns, dew still clinging to the grass. I'd woken earlier than usual, Caesar's restless night meant little sleep for either of us. Still, there was work to be done.Inside, the mansion feels unusually quiet. Only two maids are around, dusting in the main foyer. When I ask about the others, they explain that Sally, Ana, and the rest have gone grocery shopping to pick up other supplies the mansion needed."They left early," one of them says, not quite meeting my eyes. "Sally said they'd be back by noon."I nod, understanding what isn't being said. I'm being excluded again. The other staff have formed their cliques, their alliances. And I—the single mother, the newest hire, the one who seems to catch Mr. Reid's attention too often, being on the outside."That's fine," I say, forcing a smile. "I needed the rest anyway."After checking my dut