Chapter 3 - THE DAWN AFTER THE STORM
The morning sun broke over the Hudson River, casting a brilliant golden light across the manicured lawns of the Blackwood estate.
In the east wing staff quarters, Ivy woke up early despite Dr. Vance’s strict orders to rest. The pain across her shoulder blade was dull and throbbing, but manageable. She sat up on her narrow cot, rubbing her eyes, and looked toward the small wooden desk where Ronan’s charcoal suit jacket hung neatly over a chair.
She rose, walked over, and touched the fine wool. It still smelled of him.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," Ivy said softly.
The door opened to reveal Malcolm Reeves, holding a silver tray with a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea and a small white envelope bearing the Blackwood family crest.
"Good morning, Miss Lancaster," Malcolm said, his posture impeccably formal, yet his eyes carried a warmth that surprised her. "I trust you slept reasonably well?"
"Better than expected, Mr. Reeves," Ivy replied, pulling a light cardigan over her shoulders. "Why are you bringing breakfast? I should be in the kitchens by now. Chef Danielle will have a fit if the morning brioche isn't—"
"Chef Danielle has been explicitly instructed by Mr. Blackwood himself that you are on medical leave for the next seven days," Malcolm interrupted gently, placing the tray on the nightstand.
Ivy stared at him in disbelief. "Seven days? Fully paid? Mr. Blackwood can't do that. I'm just a staff member—"
"Mr. Blackwood," Malcolm said with a faint smile, "owns the corporation that employs you, the estate that houses you, and the very ground we are standing on. When he states a directive, it is not a suggestion."
Malcolm indicated the white envelope on the tray. "This is for you."
Ivy picked up the envelope, her fingers trembling slightly as she broke the wax seal. Inside was a single card written in heavy, sharp fountain pen ink:
“Stay in your quarters. Rest. The doctor will return this afternoon to change your bandages. Do not worry about your position or your family. Everything is under control.” — R.B.
There was no formal closing, no corporate sign-off. Just his initials. Yet the weight of the words felt heavier than any corporate contract.
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"Mr. Reeves," Ivy looked up, her heart racing against her ribs. "Did Mr. Blackwood say anything else?"
"Only that Miss Hail is expected in his study at 9:00 AM," Malcolm replied smoothly. "And that you are not to be disturbed by anyone from the main house."
