I had seen his home once on the outskirts of town.
It was enormous.
I wondered why someone living in a place that large needed only one housekeeper, but I wasn’t in a position to question the opportunity.
A few days later, I arrived for the interview with Emily beside me.
Richard was waiting in his study.
His tailored suit fit perfectly, and even his shoes probably cost more than several of my paychecks.
“Good evening,” he said, smiling. “You’re Nora, and who is this young miss?”
“Emily,” I said dryly. “My daughter. Couldn’t afford daycare for her.”
“I will take care of that. If you accept the job, that is.”
“A widow and an orphan isn’t much of a chooser, you know.”
“An orphan?” He raised his eyebrows. “Forgive me my curiosity. Which shelter were you put in?”
