She was now fluent in English, French, German, and Japanese.
At eleven, Niamh turned off the light. She had to be up at six to make breakfast, get the children to kindergarten, and then get to her new job. She couldn’t be late on her first day.
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The next morning, after dropping the kids off, her day took a disastrous turn. On her way to work, she accidentally crashed her electric car into a black Lexus.
Cassian had bought the car for her when she moved back to Cliffhaven, so she was still getting used to it.
Now, her electric car had scraped a multi-million-dollar luxury vehicle. Niamh froze in shock. Her own car had a dent, but the Lexus only had a small paint chip. Still, she knew the cost of repairing that chip would be more than her car was worth.
“What is it, Wilbur?” Jareth asked from the back seat, his eyes slowly opening. Ever since the accident five years ago, insomnia had become his constant companion. He had only slept for three hours last night.
“We’ve been hit by an electric car, sir,” the driver replied.
Jareth’s gaze shifted to the window, and he saw Niamh standing there, her face a mask of panic.
The idiot from the elevator.
Today she was wearing a blue dress, her shoulder-length hair falling softly around her face. She actually looked quite pretty. In the morning light, her skin looked soft and luminous, almost making him want to reach out and touch it.
“Sir, it’s just a small scratch. Should we just let it go?” Wilbur suggested, seeing the young woman’s distress.


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