Chapter Twenty Eight

Natasha's pov

"What's wrong? You look like you were just broken up with." Olivia's voice startled me.

I had not even noticed her come in.

I glanced up at her and she was still in her maid outfit, her hair up in a bun.

"You are back." I straightened.

"I've been back for over two minutes, watching you mope. What's going on? Did you find anything?" She came to sit beside me, dropping her bag on the tiny table in the room.

"Nothing concrete except the usual," I answered truthfully but with a deep frown.

Over the weeks that had gone by, I'd told Natasha everything, some of the things we'd found out and how I had been invited to the twelfth floor. She'd been impressed but a little worried and I couldn't blame her.

She'd wondered why and how I had gotten to be invited and I had told her what I had told the head maid, Agatha. That I had no fucking clue.

"What about you, found anything?"

"Nothing new, I have a few leads but nothing concrete, these fuckers are strict with every fucking thing."