Kristoff
In the comfort of my office, I watch as she sashays over to the six pairs of monitors on my desk, her shoulders more relaxed, her demeanor less formal and more open. Three pairs are focused on the club, and the other three, are on the house. Ally moves about, cleaning the kitchen, and Titania watches calmly — surprise spreading slowly on her face.
I turn away and reach out to retrieve two wine glasses and a fresh new wine bottle, replacing it with the empty one I brought up carefully. I stride to the desk and place the glasses on it, pouring the wine. When I'm done, I pick one up and pass it up to her. She takes it without question, her eyes still drawn to the monitors.
“I didn't know you watch the house,” she said softly, her voice barely audible but I hear it all right. Just
