Elijah looked confused. "Hiring me? For what?"
"An exclusive contract," Nathan said, using a term he'd heard Alexander use. "I don't know how this school works. I don't know where the library books are, I don't know how to use that weird laptop properly, and I definitely don't want to wait in line for lunch."
"You want me to get your lunch?"
"No." Nathan shook his head. "I want you to be my assistant. And only mine."
Nathan stepped closer, his voice low and serious. "I'll pay you one thousand euros a month. But there's a condition."
Elijah's eyes widened. "Are you serious? That's too much. What's the condition?"
"You don't serve anyone else," Nathan said. "If David or anyone asks you to get them water, you tell them you're busy working for the Salazars. You tell them you're booked."
Elijah stared at him, trying to process the offer. "You're just giving me money."
