Luke's POV

" Chelsea? All the maids are strictly prohibited to enter this room. What the fuck do you think you're doing here? " I inquire, recognizing Chelsea to be standing there with a file raised high in her hand.

" Lu...luke? " She stutters in panic, the file still her my hand. A proof of her crime.

I stride forward and she cowers back, anxious.

" Give me that. " I bark, snatching the index away from her.

I run my eyes through the record. It only takes me a juncture to comprehend what ...