Theodore Harrison—Sophia vaguely remembered him as the man James had assigned to William.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. Twenty thousand per trip meant she'd have to deliver meals for a week.

"May I ask why Mr. Harrison isn't sending someone else?" Sophia questioned.

The maid replied, "No one else dares to. Mr. Brown didn't sleep all night because of you and then had to go to early meetings. He must be furious right now."

Sophia fell silent. She thought, ...