Lahat ng Kabanata ng 180 DAYS OF MRS STERLING: TRAINING MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

ODESSAThe next morning, I started Vivian’s training. We went through Adrian’s schedule first, followed by the staff hierarchy, his meetings, his usual meals, the way he liked his office arranged, and all the little things he expected without having to ask.After six years of managing his life, I knew those details without thinking about them anymore.To my surprise, Vivian picked everything up fast. She remembered names after hearing them once, knew which meetings mattered, and quickly learned which staff members reported directly to Adrian.Whenever I corrected something, she remembered it. There was no need for me to repeat myself.After an hour, though, I realized she wasn’t paying attention only to what I was saying.She was watching me.Her eyes followed me whenever I moved around the study. When I stood, she watched how I straightened my dress. When I walked toward the shelves, her attention dropped to my steps before returning to my face.Even the way I carried the folder agai

ODESSAThe civic tower was still missing.I went through the portfolio three times before opening my laptop. The file was still there, exactly where I left it. The design was safe. The paper was gone, and paper didn’t walk out of a wardrobe by itself.Vivian came to mind first, with that soft smile and the perfume she always wore. Then Eleanor, who acted like every room in this house belonged to her. I even thought about the maids, though none of them ever touched my cabinet.The problem was, I had no proof against anyone. If I accused the wrong person, Adrian would probably brush it off as jealousy. So I put the portfolio in the bottom drawer, locked it, and tucked the small silver key into my handbag. I barely slept that night.By breakfast, I had nearly convinced myself to forget about it. Then I came downstairs and found Callum sitting in Adrian’s chair, swinging his legs while Lina poured his juice.“Not that one,” he said. “I want the glass bottle.”“I’m sorry, Master Callum. It