Chapter 6. Lost in Luxuries

I swallowed hard, trying my best to find the perfect response but nothing was going to be perfect enough. So I just said whatever that came to my mind. “I don’t want to leave, I’m here to get paid and do my job.” I tried to sound firm. 

Zach, still focused, spoke with a mix of authority and concern, “Then tell me who you are.” He shrugged. “Rue, you can’t keep everything locked up. Trust matters in this agreement.”

“I know, but it’s just an agreement, I’m only here for a job, remember that. In the same way, you don’t get to know your plumber or electrician but allow them to do their jobs, I’d suggest you do the same for me,” I replied in a monotone.

“And some things are just better left unsaid,” I added, shrugging. 

He then stopped, leaning against a garden bench, his posture less rigid. “Well, as I said, you’re now under my roof. I can’t just let a stranger stay with me for the next two weeks. Trust goes both ways.” 

It was a weird mix of being