Her Stepmother Sent Her to the Duke as a Joke – He Offered Her a Chair Before He Said a Word

towering stacks of leather-bound account books, a fresh block of ink, and a dozen newly sharpened quills.

“Where would you like me to begin, your grace?” Norah asked, taking her seat.

“The 1812 tenant records,” Alistair replied, turning a page of his newspaper. “I suspect the late Mr. Higgins was pocketing the grain surplus and marking it as rot. Prove continue reading …