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Loretta After the little drama earlier from Asher, his grandma instructed that I meet Jenkins, the butler, to go over Asher's routine and diet. I headed to the kitchen, where Jenkins was waiting for me."Ah, good morning," he said, his expression warm. "I am Jenkins, the butler. Mrs. Prescott asked me to show you around and go over Asher's routine with you."I nodded, taking out my phone to take notes. "Thank you, Jenkins. I am eager to learn."Jenkins nodded, launching into a detailed explanation of Asher's daily schedule. "He typically wakes up at 7 am, and I bring him breakfast in bed. He has a doctor's appointment on Thursdays at 2 pm for physical therapy, and he usually has lunch around 12:30 pm."As Jenkins spoke, I took notes, asking occasional questions to clarify certain points. "What about his diet?" I asked, curious about what Asher was allowed to eat."Mr Prescott’s diet is carefully monitored by his doctor," Jenkins explained. "He requires foods high in protein and fibe

Loretta I sat in the living room, watching a movie on Netflix to pass the time while my boss worked alone in his study. After a while, I got up and walked over to the study door, pressing my ear against it to check if everything was okay. I could hear his voice, firm and commanding, as he spoke on the phone. It sounded like he was dictating to someone, probably Logan or his secretary. Satisfied that he was doing alright, I returned to the living room.He used to be tough to work with back then, and I could only imagine how his current situation might be affecting his demeanor. It must be incredibly frustrating for him to be in a position where he needs help and can't do things on his own. That is why he takes his anger and frustration out on people around him. Jenkins strolled into the living room, a bowl of freshly baked cookies in hand, and offered it to me with a warm smile. It was no surprise to see him hovering around the kitchen, even with a professional chef on board. "Thanks

Loretta I headed back upstairs, and he had already moved to the window, staring out.“Is there anything else you need?” I asked. He turned his wheelchair to face me.“Not a word about what happened earlier to my grandmother,” he said firmly. I nodded and made a dramatic gesture of zipping my lips shut.He rolled himself toward the bed. “I need to rest. I am feeling sleepy,” he murmured. I walked over to help him onto the mattress.“Should I get you shorts or trousers?” I asked, noticing he was still naked from the waist down.“Just my boxers,” he said. I headed into his walk-in closet, grabbed a pair, and helped him slip into them.Once he was settled, I pulled the duvet up over him. “You don’t have to watch me sleep,” he murmured. “Go and get busy with something else.”I nodded and quietly stepped out of the room.Downstairs, I picked up my phone and called my nanny. She answered after a few rings. I asked how my babies were doing, and she immediately switched to a video call. She w

AsherI turned to look at Richard, and the surprise on his face mirrored hers. They definitely knew each other. She tore her gaze away from him almost immediately and focused on me instead.“Your grandma called. She said you weren’t answering your phone, and I didn’t realize you had a guest,” she said.I told her to fuck off and that I would call my grandma later. Sometimes I wondered if she was some undercover blogger sniffing around for gossip the way she hovered near me.Before leaving, she shot Richard a look something pleading, something I couldn’t quite decode then walked away.I turned to Richard, who was still watching her retreating figure. “You know her?” I asked.He snapped out of it, eyes widening as he looked at me.“You don’t remember her?” he said, genuine shock in his voice.“Am I supposed to? Have I met her before?” I asked. That’s the thing about this memory loss, people I met just last year feel like strangers. Before any meeting, I have to ask Logan to brief me aga

Loretta“Loretta!” she exclaimed the moment I stepped inside. My nanny was holding Adriana, but the sight of Maya standing in my living room made me pause. I walked over, took Adriana from the nanny, and looked back at Maya, still stunned that she was here.“I don’t recall giving you my address,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “How did you get it?”Maya had been nothing but kind to me ever since we met in Ithaca, always offering motherly advice, stopping by to check on me, even helping me secure this job. But lately something about her felt off.Yesterday, she had been oddly eager to squeeze information about Asher out of me. And now today, she shown up at my apartment uninvited, despite the fact that I never gave her my address.Not to mention, I was almost certain I had seen someone who looked like George Owell sitting in her car downstairs.“I’m so sorry for intruding,” she said quickly. “I got your address from the CV you sent the other day. I happened to be in the neighborhood, so I