"Alright." She walked over quickly, her head bowed, and offered him the coffee with both hands. "Young Master, please have your coffee."
He took it, and as if on purpose, his hand brushed lightly against hers.
"Did you grind this?"
"No, the old woman did. If the Young Master has no other orders, I'll take my leave now." She was clearly trying to escape.
But Quentin Grant had no intention of giving her that chance.
"Are you new here? You look so unfamiliar."
"Yes."
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twenty-three."
"What's your name?"
Nora Ainsworth was growing impatient. 'Is this Young Master running a background check on me?' she thought.
"My name is Amy."
Quentin Grant laughed out loud. "Amy? Did your boyfriend give you that name?"
Nora Ainsworth kept her head down. "I don't have a boyfriend."
"Oh?" He gave her a meaningful look. "Twenty-three and no boyfriend? What's the reason for that?"
