Abigail wrapped her arms around herself as she paced back and forth in her room, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of everything.
Jamal.
Why had he been there? In the staff quarters of all places? No matter how much she tried to analyze and understand what was going on, nothing made sense.
As much as she wanted to believe that he was working for Ryan, the shock on his face earlier when he saw her, mirrored her own, and it told her otherwise.
If he was working for Ryan, he wouldn't have looked so shocked to see her. His reaction had been too raw and real.
Was it possible that Jamal wasn't Ryan's spy? Was it possible that their meeting had been a coincidence? And if that was the case… then what was someone like him doing here as a driver?
She stopped pacing and ran a hand through her hair as she tried to recall her conversation with the cook earlier.