She took the paper and portfolio and set them beside her. She inhaled the smell of her food as he placed the tray over her. She gave him no emotion as he left the room. When the maid inquired, Claira replied flatly, I am fine."<br/>The food he prepared was cooked to perfection. The orange juice and fruit fresh. She ate slowly savoring every bite. It was an hour later that Claira heard the knock she wiped her face. She looked at the door, "You may enter."<br/><br/>One he entered she picked up the paper first not to get syrup on the pictures. She looked at the paper, "I will address you "Shadow" as you are in a succession in a long line of butler/drivers. You may call me Claira. I will not be going out until tonight. My friends are meeting me at The Vortz. You're in for a late night better to warn you now. This being your first day I will go easy on you. It is the weekend I plan to be lazy until 6. My prepared menus will be left in the kitchen as to how I like my food prepared. Did you cook this?"