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stomach rumbled.
     
    Nura didn’t miss a beat. “Your lunch will be served in your rooms, miss, and then you’re welcome to explore the grounds at your own leisure. Right this way,” she said, hurrying them back through the hot noon sun and through a maze of hallways to Beth’s chambers.
     
    In a weird way, Beth already felt at home in her rooms. Her dining table, not so different from Osman’s, was made of fine wood, and, by the time they arrived, loaded with a delicious smelling luncheon.
     
    Beth turned to the maid, who was waiting to be dismissed. “Thank you for your tour, Nura. It was really helpful.” Beth smiled, and the maid smiled back. So far Beth had taken a liking to every staff member in the house, keeping in mind that any of them might be putting on a face for her while secretly plotting the demise of their employer. Unfortunately, she had learned not to trust anyone she didn’t know, and so everyone she met was still on trial, though they were completely unaware of that fact.
     
    Nura bowed. “Thank you, miss. If you need anything, just press the button on the remote in your bedside table drawer.”
     
    And with that, Nura was scurrying back down the hallway. She didn’t seem to know how to walk slowly, Beth mused.
     
    She found the remote exactly where Nura had said it would be. The buttons allowed for her to call for room service, maid service, or emergency assistance. There was also, to her bemused surprise, a button that just had the word Osman next to it. She wondered what would happen if she’d pressed it, then thought better of it.
     
    A knock on the door signaled the arrival of her new wardrobe. Beth let the delivery team and series of maids in before taking a seat and enjoying a feast of fattoush, falafel in cucumber sauce, and warm pita bread dipped in some kind of delicious garlic sauce.
     
    A tea service had been set, and when Beth poured the decorative blue pot she breathed in the rich scent of green tea, and grinned. His Highness was quite thoughtful, wasn’t he? She had a flashing image of his eyes crinkling in a warm smile, and shook her head, trying not to remember how attracted she’d been to him when she thought he was just the driver.
     
    Enjoying her tea, she waved to the staff members after they’d filled her closets and drawers and made to depart. She’d kept an eye on them while she ate, making sure her two remaining unpacked suitcases remained untouched. There were some things Beth did not need maid service for, and that was dealing with her own private property. Dabbing her mouth, she made her way over to the dresser and began to sort through her brand new wardrobe.
     
    Osman was good on his word. While clearly very expensive, her clothing was comfortable and low-key. Shirts with no branding or words on them, plain jeans and loose pants for warmer days spent in the sun. Then she got to the end. Two sleek gowns and two cocktail dresses were hidden in the corner. Beth thought about calling a maid to remove them, then decided against it. One never knew when a disguise might be necessary. Also, the dresses were absolutely stunning—it would be a shame to give them up.
     
    Glancing in a drawer, Beth found a trendy one-piece swimsuit. As she slid the fabric between her fingers, she decided that a dip in that glorious pool was just the thing to finish the afternoon before preparing for her first night at work. She made short business of changing her clothes, wrapping herself in a towel on her way out the door. She had a pretty good idea at this point which hallway led to the front hall, at least, and found it without too much trouble. A man sitting in a corner of the room darted up when he saw her enter, running to the door and pulling it open as she made to exit.
     
    “Thank you,” Beth said with a smile.
     
    The man bowed and said nothing, but when he looked up from his bow, his face was cheerful. Beth liked how happy the staff was in the manor. An unhappy