Scarlett POV
Allen must’ve forgotten something downstairs because he came stomping down and caught me on the terrace. The look on his face said it all: pure disgust that I wasn’t scrubbing floors on my hands and knees.
I wasn’t about to explain that a human being needs to breathe once in a while. I’d already busted my ass all day at Great Vision. Babysitting this spoiled genius at night, too? Might as well just spin like a damn top 24/7.
I gave up on the delightful view and started wandering through the house. It was already pretty clean — someone clearly came in regularly to maintain it. A few things were out of place, but after nearly killing myself organizing last time, I wasn’t doing it again. Denise said any expenses related to Allen were reimbursable, so I pulled out my phone, hir
