It turned out Lucas was serious about the personal assistant thing.

The next morning, a maid knocked on Eve’s bedroom door, bringing breakfast and a rolling rack with several sets of clothes.

“Good morning, Miss Eve,” the maid greeted. “Mr. Lucas asked you to have breakfast and get ready because, in an hour, you will be leaving for the office with him.”

Eve stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the trolley with breakfast and the clothing rack beside it.

“If you don’t mind, could you step aside a little? I need to bring these things into the room,” the maid asked politely.

Eve blinked. “Oh! Sure, sure.” Then she...