Alicia in Paris

Acker’s POV

She was to arrive today.

I quickly finished the business call while tapping my fingernails on the mahogany black-stained desk in my study. The time read 2.05pm.

She must be getting on the flight now, i thought, recalling the arrangements Mikael and I had made weeks before.

Whilst ruminating over that I pressed a bell on the underside of my desk which led to a knock on the door only a minute later.

“Sir,” the maid i had hired to keep the apartment clean bowed to me as she shuffled quietly into the study, and I nodded.

“How are the arrangements?” I asked her.

“The furniture and the entire room has been cleaned sir,” the maid replied in her thick French accent. I nodded in approval at her words. “I’ve given your orders to the chef, so there will not be any problems.”

“Good. Vos services ne seront pas nécessaires avant demain, vous êtes donc libre de partir,” I stated and she bowed again, her stacked gold-plated bracelets on her wrist jangling.

“Merci, monsieur,” she replied i