She nods but doesn’t move.

“Is there something else?” I stare down at her, her brown eyes flashing as if she’s angry with me. If Rachel hadn’t thrown a fit about having her, I’d fire her ass. Instead, I plaster on a smile.

“Yes. Ms. Raven… is not like Ms. Rachel.” I blink at her. Am I getting a lecture from the help?

“Excuse me?” I raise a brow. There’s balls, and there’s full-on recklessness. Does she not know who I am? Screw this, I’m gonna fire her ass.

“Oh, Maria, thank goodness I caught you before you go.” My fiancée descends the stairs, wearing a tight, navy pin-striped skirt and white blouse. The relief in her face at seeing Maria makes me pause.

“Can you and Raven pick up Jett and my dry cleaning on the way back from the airport, please? I’d send Darcy, but she’s doing damage control for one of my clients.” She runs her hands through her black bob. Her stilettos echo on the floor.

“Yes, Ms. Rachel.” Maria’s voice is almost monotone.

I cross my arms, fascinated at this play of events. Rachel Stewart, the badass bitch who came from nowhere, who clawed and fucked her way to the top, creating one of the most successful PR firms in the country, is desperate for Maria’s help.

Why?

Maria is not even hiding her disapproval. It’s literally oozing out of her.

“You know what?” I start to text. “Why don’t I have Iain drive you, Maria?”

Both Rachel and Maria stare at me, mouths agape. “Honey, don’t be silly. Maria has a car.”

“Apparently not. Seems it’s broken. I’ll take the Tesla today. Maria, you go get Ms. Stewart’s child.” I smile, watching Maria. Apparently, she’s not impressed by my generous offer if the narrowing of her eyes is any indication.

Interesting.

Rachel reaches for her purse. “I’ve been telling you for years that car is unsafe, Maria. I’m shocked it’s lasted as long as it did,” she says and pulls out her sunglasses with a sigh. “Also, I know this is bad timing what with…” She waves in Maria’s direction. “But I may have to do a quick trip to New York.” She holds up her hand as if to stop any conversation from us.

“Okay, well, I’m off.” She nods at Maria. “Jett and I will be home late tonight.” She dramatically puts on her sunglasses, then turns and leaves, her overpowering perfume following her.

I look back at the maid, nanny… whatever she is. “How long have you been working for Ms. Stewart?” My eyes take in her face. She’s tiny but her frame is strong. Her frown lines make her appear older than she probably is.