Celine's POV
"Evelyn, take her away and dress her sores, make sure she appears here in twenty minutes," Roberto commanded the middle-aged woman who had just appeared at the scene.
The way he commanded her made me suspect she was his nanny. But what was a nanny doing at a depot? Shouldn't she be in his house?
"Make sure the other slaves are working, not gossiping," Roberto added, before she exited.
Ok, she wasn't a nanny, she was the one in charge of the work slaves.
"Celine, let's go," Mr Cassian said, turning to me. Roberto walked us to the vehicle, and just before we got into the car, Mr Cassian turned, "Make sure to make an accurate account of my goods that will be transported to Translavia in three days. Excuses wouldn't be accepted. You already know the repercussions."
Mr Roberto nodded, and Mr Cassian waved his hands at me, gesturing for me to get inside the car from the other side while he entered.
