Ivy sat on the second-floor balcony, soaking up the sunset with a cup of tea in hand.

She squinted her eyes and was overcome by drowsiness. She then heard purposefully lowered footsteps.

Ivy grimaced. “Jimmy?”

“Ms. Morgan, you are brilliant! Without turning around, you already know it’s me. Your calm and collected demeanor is unlike that of other women. I’ve prepared a fruit platter for you. Is today’s dinner still acceptable?”

Jimmy rubbed his hands nervously and spoke with some trepidation, “Mr. Reed arranged for those meals. I’m not sure if they’re to your liking. I’m starting my first day on the job today. I’m not willing to risk losing...