CHAPTER 8 - CLUB ROMAN

Bright light passing through the gap between two curtains touched Kara’s face, waking her from deep sleep.

She yawned and stretched, feeling a soreness in her arms and legs. While she worked out the kinks, there was a knock on her door. She pulled herself up and put her legs over the edge, her feet reaching the floor.

“Come in.” Her voice sounded strange.

The door opened, and the maid from last night came in.

“Good morning, Ms. Baxter.” She carted a tray inside. The tiny wheels rolled off the solid wood flooring of the room.

“Oh, what time is it?” She was surprised that she was bringing in her food.

“I thought I had to appear at the breakfast table by seven.” She jumped out of bed, but before she could dash to the bathroom to fix herself and change into something presentable, the maid said something to hold her back.

“The boss ordered us to let you sleep in. He said you were tired last night and would not be coming for breakfast.” The maid spoke formally, but the suggestive