Chapter 8

It was 8:00 AM, and I was already at Mr. Reeves’s home. He had been very serious when he had said don’t be late, and I had no intention of fucking up when it was just the first day.

He was the one who opened the door for me, and when I got it, I had to keep my mouth from dropping at the sheer luxury and opulence in the house. It looked so... impersonal, like an interior decorator had just dropped shit they felt would match, then gotten paid and disappeared.

But I didn’t say a thing because it wasn’t my place. $5,000 was not a small amount of money. I couldn’t afford to run my mouth and ruin this job for myself.

I followed Mr. Reeves dutifully, observing and taking note of everything. I was going to be around this house for a while, so it would be better for me to familiarize myself with it.

“It’s a good thing you’re punctual,” Mr. Reeves’s deep voice started, startling me and stopping my observat