Chapter 49: Love Story
Jamal glanced around the room he had been shown to, shaking his head as he took in cramped space.
He let out a chuckle when he lowered himself to the bed, the thin mattress creaked under his weight.
So, this was his life now.
A single, stiff bed, a tiny wooden wardrobe with one door hanging off its hinges, and a small desk with an old-fashioned lamp. The window above the desk had iron bars, making him feel more like a prisoner than a guest.
How did such a mansion have such an unwelcoming space for its employees?
He exhaled through his nose, still grinning. One month in this little space. One month of pretending to be a driver. It was going to be an experience, that was for sure.
Leaning back against the wall, he grimaced. The mattress was so thin he could feel the wooden slats underneath.
Was this how his staff at home felt about their beds? He had never thought about it before but he doubted his domestic staff lived under such conditions. Their rooms were way bigger and more spacious than this.
He made a mental note to ask Stefan to check on the staff quarters and find out if they needed anything.
If his employees were dealing with something like this, he needed to fix it.
Jamal swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled out his phone when he recalled that he had been texting the mute girl earlier before Genevieve had interrupted.