Zacharias’ preferences were included in the file their captain sent them. The kind of tea he liked, how many times the leaves had to be washed, and how heavy or light he wanted his tea. Shirley finished making tea and took it upstairs. She saw Corinne standing downstairs, staring at her enviously.
Shirley wondered what was there to be envied. It’s just serving him tea. There’s nothing to envy. Just a few moments ago, her guess that he was hard to get along with was confirmed. It felt like she was in the company of a beast.
She went into the study and saw Zacharias seated on the settee before the floor-to-roof window. He was scrolling through an iPad. She quietly approached him and placed the tea on the desk. Then, she asked, “Mr. Flintstone, does it hurt? Should I put some oil on it?”
Zacharias didn’t look up. His eyelashes were shining under the sun, covering his eyes. His features were handsome. He would always come out looking dashing, thanks to his good looks, no matter how the reporters took his pictures.
“No,” he said coolly, She nodded and was about to leave. “Who came into my study just now?” he demanded. That shocked her. Wait, why? Did he lose a file or something? I can’t sell Corinne out. First, I have to settle the matter. “Did you lose anything, sir?”
He finally raised his head, but his eyes were like two little abysses, hiding his thoughts behind a black hole. “Do not touch anything in this room. Just dust things off,” he said in frustration. He obviously did not like anyone touching his stuff.
“Yes, sir.” She nodded quickly.
“What is your name?” He narrowed his eyes.
“Imogen… Imogen Young, sir,” she answered.
“And the other one?”
“Corinne Cleaver. We will be in charge of housekeeping,” she replied.
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