The first few days with Lila in the penthouse felt like living in a very polite pressure cooker.
She arrived with almost no drama, just one small suitcase and a quiet “thank you” when Damien showed her the guest suite again. No tears, no grand apologies, no dramatic reunions. She simply unpacked, made her bed, and asked if there was anything she could help with around the house.
Damien’s answer was short: “Stay out of my office and don’t touch anything that isn’t yours, and the staff would be back from their break today, so you don't need to help out with anything.”
Lila nodded like a chastised child. “Understood.”
I tried to play peacemaker. “She can help in the kitchen if she wants. I’m not exactly a chef and the staff won't be back till evening.”
Damien gave me a look that said “do
