Jane.
I answered immediately.
"Sir, everything is ready. We'll depart in two hours."
"Good," I replied. "Meet me at the airport."
"Understood, sir."
The call ended.
I entered the walk-in closet, changed into fresh clothes, and prepared for the journey.
A short while later, I headed downstairs.
"Good morning, sir."
Maria's voice greeted me as I descended the staircase.
"Morning, Maria."
She looked me over.
"Are you going somewhere?"
"Yes. Please help me pack a few things."
A hopeful expression flashed briefly across her face, but she quickly hid it.
"Of course, sir."
Then she pointed toward the dining table.
"Sit down and have breakfast first."
I opened my mouth to refuse.
I had no appetite.
But Maria cut me off before I could speak.
"Even if it's only a little."
Her voice was gentle, yet firm enough to leave no room for argument.
Reluctantly, I sat down.
Only after serving me a plate did she head upstairs to prepare my things.
