The harsh knock on her door awoke Amy from sleep. She glanced at the window to notice the sun had set and it was evening. She got out of bed and made her way open the door. "Mr. Bennet has asked to inform you that dinner is ready," Grace said and waited for a response. Amy nodded and she left. It was easy to walk through the house as she now knew where in particular she was going. She reached the dining room where Reynolds was seated at the dining table and Mrs. Nora was exiting using the other door. "Good evening," she greeted as she took the seat opposite Reynolds. "Good evening," he replied, lookingup from his phone. "Grace informed me you enjoyed being in the garden," he added. "Yes, I did. I'd like to be educated on the other plants I did not recognise" Amy replied. Mrs. Nora came in with a tray in hand. She smiled at her in acknowledgement and began emptying the tray she was holding. Amy returned her smile before focusing on Reynolds again. "I'll inform the gardener, Mr. Har

The contract Amy was glad she still remembered where the study was located. She anticipated how it'd look like as she took the grand spiral stairs. Would it be like her father's traditional study? She hoped it wasn't like her father's because if Amy was to be truthful, it was overly grand and made you feel like you were in an empty room, even though it had been fully furnished. Or maybe it might resemble his office. That would do just fine if it was like that. Amy took the left turn to the study. She reached the study and knocked lightly on the door. Even to her, it was too light for anyone to hear so she was going in for another knock when she heard a "Come in." She gently opened the door and entered and just like she had imagined, the study looked almost like his office. Modern. The difference was the colors of the walls and the floor. They matched the colors of the villa. White and gray. "Have a seat," Reynolds extended to the seat in front of his desk. Amy walked toward his

Amy couldn’t believe she had let that slip out of her lips. What must he be thinking of her now? She slowed her steps when she almost reached her room, she was captivated by the guttural laughter she had heard on her way out of the dining room. It had beckoned her to return and ask for another but she still had her senses intact. That was the first time she had heard him laugh and she'd pay billions to hear that laugh again. She almost hit her head on her door. Was she really daydreaming now? Reynolds Bennet was making her act like a high school girl. From her windows Amy watched as Reynolds climbed in his car and left for work. She hadn't want to bump into him after what she had said. Fortunately, he left right after breakfast. Amy had been worried he was going to leave later than he had. With a sigh, she sat at her vanity and began applying her make-up. Another sigh as she took a good look at her face. Before going down for breakfast, she had put on a bit of concealer to hide the

Amy watched as the lady took her seat. Amy studied her features. She was beautiful and young,probably two years younger than her. The outfit she had on was gorgeous. Her red hair was in an updo. One could not tell if it was dyed or not but the color did fit her. "Don't worry dear, have a seat," Mrs. Smith, who had not spoken for hours said. "I apologize, Alexander and Erin. You know mom and dad already. Busy as always. They informed me at the eleventh hour to come in their stead." The lady said, taking her seat. If she addressed them casually then she must be a close relative. "Your mom called me to let me know, don't worry," Mrs. Smith assured. She waved over one of the maids to serve the lady. She channeled her focus on Reynolds beside her. His face showed no emotions. It was blank and that was concerning because before there had been remnants of smiles. They were all gone now. Apparently it had something to do with the lady. This piqued Amy's interest royally. "Ann here is one