Alexander walked into the kitchen and instructed the chefs, who were always on standby, before heading back to the living room. There, he spotted Mia, the housekeeper, tidying up.
"Mia," Alexander called.
"Yes, Mr. Shaw? Is there something you need me to do?" Mia replied with an eager, almost obsequious smile, her eyes full of flattery.
Since her failed scheme to have her niece spend the night with Alexander—a plan that had backfired disastrously—Mia had been on edge every day. The subsequent punishment she faced left her walking on eggshells around the estate. She feared Alexander's disapproval and dreaded the thought of being fired.
So when Alexander spoke directly to her, she plastered on a grin so wide it almost hurt her face.
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