The Housekeeper Who Stole My Life

re day of "service" she claimed the agency required her to complete. Against my better judgment,

hrough the granite. She slammed cabinets and drawers, the sharp sounds echoing through the apartment like gunshots. When she vacuumed, she rammed the m

home office with the door closed. B

, her voice tight. "There are some towels in there

by her audacity. "Excuse me? You'll

flatly. "You said I should take

. "I have never, ever told you to take

like that silver picture frame on the mantelpiece. I've alway

t just a scammer; she was a common thief, trying

to you," I said, standing up. My chair scraped loudly against the h

so cheap. You have all this money and

muttering under her breath about how ungrateful and

se of betrayal from the past few days boiled over. I marched out

ce was louder than I inten

led, a feather du

s been trying to cheat and steal from me for days. You are not my friend. You are not my family. You a

k of indignation. "How dare

ore slam of a cabinet, one more attempt to take something that isn't yours, and I will call the agency manager right now and tell he

ing the anger. Her career, her ability to get another job i

n't," she

d, my phone alr

feat. But the defeat quickl

he spat, her voice low and ven

I said coldly. "Get yo

duster onto my expensi

ttle and you're all alone. I hope your fancy new job falls apart and you come crawl

peechless for a moment. She grabbed her purse and co

sorry," s

he was

escaped my lips. I walked to the door, locked it, and leaned my forehead against the

I th