CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Annie stood in the warm kitchen, bundled in a bathrobe and surrounded by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, peering at the note Damien had left.
Off to work. Get some rest.
"The man's a poet," she said out loud.
"You're up, Miss Annie. What would you like to have for breakfast?" Mrs. Harper asked.
"Please just call me Annie. I won't be having breakfast, I have to get to the office"
"Oh, No. Damien instructed that you stay here, eat, and have enough rest" Mrs. Harper said.
"He has no right to tell me what to do, I can take care of myself," Annie mumbled.
"I'll make your breakfast now if you'll excuse me"
"Do you mind if I join you? I feel useless just standing here"
"Why don't you freshen up, and get dressed, while I quickly make something for you to eat."