Adnar's POV

Beatrice followed me to the dining room. She dropped her purse then bent down fast to pick it up. She knocked over the chair while doing it. She fixed it quick, her face turning red.

"Sorry," she said again. "I'm not usually this clumsy."

"It's fine," I said again. "Tell me about your experience."

"Right, yes, experience," Beatrice said and sat down carefully. "I've been helping people at home for three years. Mostly old people. I help with daily stuff, cooking, and keeping them ...