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don’t need a file to learn any of that. All you have to do is
ask. I might just surprise you,” he replied, using that same silky tone as
before.

 
    I felt the chills as they ran up my arms and raced down my back.

 
    “Okay. Julien,” I began, taking in a deep breath after his
name rolled off my tongue for the first time, sending even more shivers over my
skin. “Tell me about yourself.”

 

 
 
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    Chapter 6

 
 
 
 
    By the time Gervaise had brought me my BLT, I knew a few more things
about Julien. He was the heir to the famous Veritas shoe company, the world’s
number one manufacturer of leather goods. It was his grandfather’s business to
start off with, but his mother, Sabine, was currently the head of it.

 
    I realized much to my discomfort that I was talking to someone who
lived a life that was totally incomprehensible. Julien was a billionaire…

 
    When I asked about his impeccable English, I discovered that he had
spent his youth in California. His family was French, but his parents moved to
America after he was born. His father, Quentin Malveaux, died when Julien was
young. That’s when he had been brought back to France. Apparently he’d been
raised by the Belgards; an older couple that now worked for him at the castle.

 
    I also learned that Julien bought the “château” as he called it, to
get away from being under his mother’s thumb. He said that he preferred the
countryside to the city… I didn’t blame him, it was gorgeous here.

 
    I asked him why he had gotten into the business of helping the U.S.
government out, and he shrugged.

 
    “There are so many people suffering out there. If I can help just one
person alleviate some of the pain by opening up my home to them and giving them
the safety they need to feel at peace, then it’s all worth it. There’s a lot of
paperwork involved, a lot of international barriers to cross, but at the end of
the day I feel it was the right thing to do. Even now.”

 
    So basically, he’s pretty much perfect. If he was this good on paper,
I hated to see the kind of skeletons that were in his closet. At least with me, what you see is what you get. I’m
just a girl from New York with a big mouth that sometimes gets me into trouble.
I just don’t believe in sugar-coating things. I like the honest truth, and I
don’t see the point in beating around the bush for nothing.

 
    Julien seemed genuine, but he also had an air of calculation to him.
Like you always felt as though he was summing you up. Maybe he was, who knew?
Maybe that was the kind of person I wanted watching over me right now.

 
    I quickly finished my sandwich, embarrassed at how fast I put it
away—I really was starving.

 
    “Now that you’ve had your meal, I have a couple questions for you.”

 
    I frowned. What could he possibly want to know about me? Didn’t he
have that mysterious file on me?

 
    “Okay, what do you got?”

 
    “As I’m sure your handler, Agent Wilson, explained to you, you will be
required to begin looking for employment while you’re here. I looked through
your file of course and saw that you were previously employed at the Barxton
Hotel, as a housekeeper, yes?”

 
    “Uh-huh . . . “ my voice trailed off, waiting for him to get to the
point.

 
    “We have a staff of six people on board right now. One of my maids is
getting ready to have a baby, and I’m needing someone to fill in for her while
she is on family leave. The position is open for approximately three months.
It’s a paid position, obviously, and it would begin tomorrow morning. Would you
be interested?”

 
    I raised my brow, a dozen different things on my mind all at once. I
realized deep down that he was offering me something very helpful, but I
couldn’t help but wonder if that’s all he thought of when he looked at me. Just
another maid?

 
    I slowly pushed my empty plate away, placing my hands in