Chapter 37 · Consultant, Not Maid

"Since when," Bianca said, tilting her head at the two of us jammed together in the service hallway, "does housekeeping sign translator contracts? Or is this just what security caught you doing?"

Jae Min didn't step back from me. That was the first thing I noticed. His shoulder stayed an inch from mine, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his jacket.

"Watch your mouth, Bianca." His voice was flat. Bored, almost. "Ms. Santos is under contract to me. Effective this morning."

"This morning." Bianca's smile went sharp. "Funny. HR didn't get a copy."

"HR gets copies when I decide they need copies." He finally turned, and the ledger in my hand slid another inch out of my apron pocket. I clamped my arm over it before the cover could open all the way. Not fast enough. I saw his eyes drop to it, then come back up to my face, and something in his jaw tightened like he was filing the name away for later.

Rosa Santos. He'd seen it.