The morning at the Camden estate had been… eventful for Rachel, to say the least.
Rachel had arrived early, just as the sun broke through the thick curtains of the manor, her bag slung over her shoulder and her usual determined expression fixed firmly in place.
It was a Saturday and they were both alone with the butler taking his day off.
It's been over a week already but they still wouldn't stop bickering around. And no matter how determined she was to do her job, Mr Camden didn't always make it easy for her.
As expected, Mr. Camden had met her entrance with a sharp remark about how he didn't need "a babysitter hovering over his every move."
Rachel had replied with her steady, practiced patience — though not without her own touch of fire — reminding him that if he didn't want her around, he shouldn't have agreed to let her care for him in the first place.
