123.

David's POV.

After such a long trip with Mr. Oliver, I make my way into the mansion with practiced ease. My driver rushes over and takes my bag from me.

Irene comes also and greets me, asking what I'd like for dinner.

"I think some spaghetti bolognese will do," I tell her. She inclines her head and mutters 'good' before she turns to leave.

On her way into the kitchen, I call her. "Irene."

She stops and gazes at me from over her shoulder. "Sir?"

"I'd love fresh juice too. Make one for me."

She nods again and prances away.

I strut into the living room and sink onto...