I did not expect this, nor did I see it coming. He was so formal with me and also smiling and all civil but deep down he hated me.
"Why do you hate me so much?" I ask him.
"I don't hate you, I don't know you, I just don't think you're the best fit for the job," he replies and he disregards me as he looks at Madame as she sleeps, her bed positioned between Norman and I.
"So if you don't know me how would you know that I am not good for the job?" I ask him.
I really want to understand this man. He has been well mentioned and if anything, he is going to be with me throughout and I don't know whether I should start to be scared for my life or not. I never expected that I would have to be worried of something like that this early on.
