Lady Dimitrescu's hand was in everything, and by extension, so was yours. You were the oil that kept the castle and winery running smoothly, managing both staff and operations. As demanding as it was, the generous salary, the thrill of travel, and most importantly, the intoxicating presence of the countess herself, made it all worthwhile. There was no other life you'd rather be living.

At last, the file on your desk snapped shut with a sigh. You were gathering your things and already itching for the comfort of home. Before you could indulge in the fantasy, however, a presence loomed behind you. Glove-clad fingers, cool against your back, traced a slow path upward.

"So eager to depart, are we?" Alcina purred, moving her hand down to your forearm. Her grip was tight enough to make your head spin. "There's more work to be done... and it requires your full attention."