If I remembered correctly, he was usually busy with work or meetings at this hour and seldom had free time.
Andrew gave a somewhat helpless shrug.
âYouâve been quite reclusive these past few days, and I was concerned you might be feeling down, So, when the butler mentioned you were out here, I came right away.
â
Touching my head, I replied sheepishly, âSorry to have worried you.
â
He blinked, his expression soft.
âNo worries, as long as youâre alright.
â Then he turned his attention to Nora, asking, âIs this your friend?â
I nodded.
âYes, her name is Nora, and we met a few days ago.
â
I gave Nora a meaningful look.
Coming out of her reverie, she bowed nervously and introduced herself in a subdued voice.
âMr.
Pierce, hello, my name is Nora Garza, and Iâm a friend of Debra.
â
Andrew nodded and turned back to me, inquiring, âDebra, is there anything you need help with?â
It was clear that the observant and thoughtful man had sensed something unusual.
Debraâs POV:
Without a momentâs hesitation, I seized the opportunity he presented to lay it all out.
âNoraâs a friend I recently made.
Just a few days back, she had a run-in with Shirley and her posse.
They ganged up on her in public, and I couldnât just stand there and do nothing.
But, of course, that got Shirley all riled up.
â
I gestured towards Nora, her clothes torn, her injuries stark reminders of her ordeal.
âAnd look at her now.
After crossing Shirley, Nora got the boot from her job.
The crowd, stiff of Shirleyâs wrath, didnât dare to intervene.
Even the streets werenât safe, with thugs adding insult to injury.
In the blink of an eye, sheâs ended up like this.
â
As expected, Andrew scrutinized Nora, his brow knitting in concern.
Seizing the moment, I presented Noraâs plea.
âNow, Noraâs not just out of a job; sheâs facing all sorts of harassment.
She had nowhere else to turn but here.
As the manorâs owner, could you find it in your heart to give this poor girl shelter?â
âWellâ¦â Andrew hesitated.
Swallowing hard, hands clenched but resolve unyielding, Nora stepped up, her voice steady with determination.
âMr.
Pierce, if youâll take me in, I promise to work my fingers to the bone.
I wonât let you down.
Please, will you give me a chance?â
The earnestness in her eyes tugged at my heartstrings.
I couldnât help but intercede on her behalf.
âNoraâs got grit and kindness in spades.
Iâm confident sheâll excel at whatever tasks the manor throws her way.
â
After a pregnant pause, Andrew relented.
âFine.
Nora, youâll be a maid here at the manor.
Your primary duty will be to take good care of Debra.
Starting now.
â
Noraâs relief was palpable, evident in the curve of her lips as they stretched into a grateful smile.
The tension in her shoulders melted away.
âThank you, Mr.
Pierce.
â
Nora bowed repeatedly as she advanced towards Andrew.
I couldnât help but feel genuinely happy for her.