Silas’s Pov

I was pacing when Pete came in with yet another mysterious woman— I had no idea who this was but she was dressed in a maid clothing.

This wasn’t what I asked for.

This wasn’t what I wanted.

But Pete knew better than to test my patience. If he dared bring someone into my space without reason, he had better come with an explanation that would save his skin

“Boss,” he called out.

I stopped mid-step, my glare snapping to him. My eyes shifted to the woman standing half a step behind him, her head bowed, hands clutching the edge of her apron like she thought it could...