Maid To The Three Mafia Kings

⋆ Chapter 54: A Man in the House!

Another day unfolded, and Millie was busy cleaning the pantry, her mind focused on the task at hand. The scent of cleaning products mingled with the aroma of fresh herbs from the kitchen. Suddenly, Sheila appeared in the doorway.

"Amelia, Mr. Jameson wants to speak to you in his office. You can finish cleaning after."

Millie's heart leaped into her throat. The last thing she wanted was to be summoned to Mr. Jameson's office. Her previous experiences had been far from pleasant—more often than not, they ended with her being reprimanded or receiving a packet of contraceptive pills, never a pat on the back.

"Quickly now," Sheila urged, noting Millie's hesitant stance in the pantry.

With a deep breath and a reluctant nod, Millie left. As she approached the door, Sheila's voice called out again. "And, Amelia, try not to say anything to make your situation worse for you. Okay?"

She understood Sheila's unspoken warning and gave a quick, anxious nod. Her heart pounded as she climbed the stairs to Mr. Jameson's office. Her anxiety mounted with every inch closer to the door.

When she reached Mr. Jameson's office, she found the door closed, just as it always was. She knocked softly. From inside, Mr. Jameson's deep voice called out, "Come in."

Taking a shaky breath, she turned the handle and opened the door. Stepping inside, she carefully closed the door behind her. Her breaths were shallow and quick as she walked forward, trying to steady herself.

Sitting behind his large desk, as per usual, Mr. Jameson leaned back in his chair and handed Millie a thick stack of papers. His eyes were calm, almost detached, as he met her gaze. "Here's the contract for the Red Ball. Ethan mentioned he already spoke to you about it."

Millie's heart raced, and her bravado wavered as she replied, "Yes, and I've already told him that I won't sign it."

Mr. Jameson's expression remained unperturbed as if her refusal was something he had anticipated. "Sit down and read it. What's in this contract might actually change your life."

Confused and intrigued, Millie hesitated for a moment before reluctantly reaching for the contract. She settled into a chair across from Mr. Jameson. As she began flipping through the pages, her fingers trembled slightly.

Mr. Jameson watched her with a keen, almost assessing eye. "Ethan mentioned you're quite a woman with ambition. You want to finish college and you don't plan on spending your entire life working for people like them. The money from this offer could set you up for college, Ms. Foster."

Millie continued to skim through the contract, her eyes scanning the dense legal text. As she read, it became clear that the contract was primarily concerned with confidentiality. The weight of the words—clauses about silence and secrecy—was heavy. "This is an NDA?" she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and realization.

"The Red Ball is a very important, singular, intimate, and very private event, Ms. Foster," Mr. Jameson explained, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of reluctance as if he himself wasn't entirely convinced of the necessity of sending Millie. He leaned forward slightly, his fingers steepled as he continued, "And to be very frank with you, a lot of important—and dangerous—people will be there. We can't risk any sensitive information leaking out."

Millie stood her ground. Her heart raced, but she kept her voice firm when she said, "I still refuse to sign." With that, she placed the thick stack of papers back on the table in front of Mr. Jameson.

Mr. Jameson didn't flinch. He met her gaze with a calculated calmness. "I'm sure Ethan has already told you about Ms. March's consequences." His words, though spoken softly, carried a veiled threat.