Julian stood behind his father’s desk, patting a white folder in his palm.
“I’ll be brief. We no longer require your services.”
“I don’t understand. Your father said I would always have a place here.”
“My father is dead.”
His words touched me more deeply than I expected. He pushed the envelope onto the desk.
“There’s four hundred dollars in there. A week’s compensation. More than most housekeepers would get.”
“My position?”
“You’re an employee, Marta, not a member of my family. I want you to leave before sunset.”
Eighteen
