Sara’s POV

“You heard him,” she said, setting down the spatula. “Get a tray ready and take it up to him.”

I blinked. “Me?”

“Yes, you. You’re his personal maid now, remember?”

Right. His maid. The words still sounded wrong in my head.

Mrs. Li began arranging the tray quickly with breakfast on it with precision—eggs that looked like they came straight from a cooking show, perfectly golden toast, crispy bacon, a small bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice that shimmered ...