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SOPHIE SAT BACK in her chair in her office and leaned her fist to the armrest. As always, the chair made her back ache so she got up, picked up the infernal contraption, and carried it out into the corridor and into the staff offices.
“Ma’am?” One maid was at a desk, spotted her, and stood up almost like she was standing to attention.
“I do not wish to have this chair any longer.” She gave her best smile. “It’s yours . . . if you find it useful.”
The maid peered up at her, a look of confusion in her eyes.
“I’m giving you my chair.” She motioned to it as another maid scurried in then froze when she saw Sophie. “It’s expensive?”
They exchanged a glance, wrinkled brows evident. A third maid scurried in and collided with the other two then shrieked as she caught sight of her.
“It’s a gift . . . for you . . .” She motioned with both hands.
They stood there with blank looks.
She sighed.
“It’s a load of utter rubbish. I’m done with it. You will use it as punishment,” she growled and let the edge through her eyes. “Understood?”
The three of them exchanged glances and gave her shy smiles. “Thank you, ma’am,” they said in unison.
She nodded. “I want tea. Move it.”
They beamed at her and leapt into action.
She strolled out. Felt better.
“You’re shaking the portraits, Darl,” Eugenie said from across the hallway. Her eyes heavy but her smile was one of relief.
“Maids need a certain touch.” She strolled over. “Is this your way of bidding me adieu?”
Eugenie sighed. “Kid has issues, Darl. She doesn’t like the travel and as much as I like trouble, I feel like the kid could be right.”
Sophie double took. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.” Eugenie laughed her full-bodied laugh. “I think I can keep Jake on his toes on the grounds . . . if you don’t mind me sticking around?”
“I’d love you to stay. It is always your home.” She pulled Eugenie into a hug. “And it is a home finally safe from the past, yes?”
“Yeah. Funny how the police found Bright in the back of the riot van ready to talk, huh?” She squeezed Sophie back. “Guess I’d better tell the kid to unpack.”
Eugenie strolled away and Sophie smiled. It would be perfect to have her at the manor.
Sophie turned, righted the battered armour of Michela, and smiled at it. “I think you may have assisted Morgan. Do not assume for a minute that I believe she could take on Henry and that sword without receiving so much as a scratch.” She tapped the visor and wandered back toward her office. “You have my deepest gratitude.”
Creak.
The door to Michela’s hall creaked open and the light switched on and off.
Sophie bowed her head and headed into her office with a smile.