spoke.
Then she slowly turned around.
“I’ll stay.”
The millionaire looked up.
But before relief could reach his face, she continued.
“I’ll stay tonight because you’re hurting. But tomorrow, I’m going to resign.”
His expression fell.
She walked back toward him.
“Not because I hate you. Not because I’m afraid of you. And not because I don’t care.”
She took a breath.
“Because if there is ever going to be anything real between us, I need to know that I can walk away.”
He stared at her.
Then, unexpectedly, he nodded.
“You’re right.”
Those two words were the beginning of everything.
The next morning, the mansion changed.
The maid handed him a letter of resignation.
He accepted it without argument.
Then he did something nobody expected.
He called his attorney.
“I want every employee’s contract reviewed,” he said. “Effective immediately, nobody who works here will ever
