The Housekeeper Who Stole My Life

“My promotion to VP was everything I' d worked for. A new city, a new chapter. It felt like the culmination of my entire life. But before I could embrace my exciting future, there was one loose end: Mrs. Jenkins, my long-time housekeeper. I called her to break the news of my move, expecting congratulations. Instead, her voice turned cold. "A severance package? After five years of dedicating myself to you, you think a little package is enough?" Her demands escalated, from a lifetime pension to my million-dollar condo. My sanctuary. My independence. "You want my condo?" I laughed, baffled. "That' s an absurd request." Then came her chilling threat, revealing a parasitic network I never knew existed within the affluent downtown towers. "You wouldn' t want a bad reputation, would you? A young, successful woman like you." This wasn' t just about money; it was a brazen attempt at extortion. I had poured my heart and soul into building this life, and now, someone I allowed into my home was trying to take it all. How could I have been so blind? The dream felt tainted, my beautiful city view mocking me. I had let a viper into my home, and now, I had to cut her out. Permanently.”