CHAPTER 6: A New Apartment
Relief washed over me like a tidal wave as I hung up the phone with Nicola. The dinner had gone surprisingly well, and despite the unnerving revelation about Alexander's memory loss, I'd somehow managed to maintain the charade. My heart still thumped a victory march against my ribs – I was in! I had secured the position as Alexander Westcott's personal assistant. A future filled with financial security and, dare I dream, a fascinating glimpse into the world of the wealthy and powerful, stretched before me.
But despite the elation, a nagging doubt gnawed at the edges of my excitement. The lie, the elaborate web of deception I was now entangled in, felt heavy on my conscience. Could I pull it off? Could I live a double life, constantly walking on eggshells around Alexander, all for a job and a chance to unearth his secrets?