Debbie.
When I arrived back at the mansion, Black was already waiting for me in the sitting room.
He had this warm, almost kind smile plastered on his face—something that made my skin crawl. He walked over and took my briefcase, handing it to a servant.
“You did well today, Debbie,” he said, his voice smooth.
“The Elders were impressed.”
“Thank you,” I muttered low. “I need to go inside now, Father would be here soon.”
He smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Plans have changed for tonight, Debbie. Father isn’t feeling well enough to travel. So we are going to his estate for dinner.”
I pulled back. His hands on my shoulder dropped.
I nodded, keeping my face calm. “Oh… I see. I’ll go get ready then.”
He breathed, moving his lips. “Okay. Do that. I’ll get ready too. Please don’t b
