My job isn't to have feelings

**Nancy's POV**

I walk to the room he is in. It's such a gigantic room and all the furniture are boring like he has been living a boring life.

"Miss, your bed," he says and ushers his hands to the queen sized bed some metres away from his.

That side even has cupboards, working table, computers and so many stuff that I am going to need for my research.

"Is that all for me?" I ask.

"Yes, miss. They are all for you. I know you have been working on some formula. I hope it helps," he adds.

"Ohh! But how so you even know about all that?" I ask.

"Went through some stuffs. We need to know personal details about our employee who is working with us. It's a protocol," he says.

"Working?" I ask.

I never said I will be working with them but what the hell is be telling me now?

"Yes, miss. I have made the documents as per your demands. You will be freed from this job after he wakes up," he says and takes out some A4 sized docume