“You heard me. The Boss wants you moved to his quarters,” the maid said again.

Anna sat up slowly, confused and still dazed. “Why?”

The maid shrugged. “He didn’t say. Just told me to tell you to move to his quarters.”

Anna climbed down from the bed, her arms sore and her legs heavy with exhaustion. She rubbed her face, trying to stay awake. “Where is that?”

“Follow me,” the maid said, already turning toward the door with steady, practiced steps, not waiting to see if ...