When Loyalty Turns to Greed

ess personal, which suited me just fine after the fiasco with Mrs. Jenkins. I was in the middle of packing, sort

way as if summoned from a nightmare. She must have be

ped. "What are

It was filled with designer clothes I was planning to donate. She star

repeated, my voice sharp

rself. "This would look nice on my Emily," she said, n

box, pulling out items and placing them int

ty. She was in my home, uninvited

ng between her and the box. "Put thos

give them away," she said, as if that made it okay. "Why not give the

snapped, my anger flaring. "And you ar

ctively. "You're so selfish. So stingy. It's

apartment. "And you are trespassing! If you do not put my things

hreatening, aren't you

stood there, defiant, clut

I had reach

ere an employee. A contractor. Just like the woman from the cleaning service who just left. Do you see her trying to walk out

all them and let them know that a former, independent contractor I once used is now

s and services that connected domestic workers with wealthy

dn't," sh

y thumb hovering ov

torm of rage and hate. Then, with a cry of frustration, she s

you're happy, all alone in your big, empty apartment

"You'll get yours, Sarah Miller. You

curse. It hung in the air b

just stood there, my phone

ned and stormed out of my apartment, slamming the do

trembling with adrenaline and rage. I looked at th

chill through me, even in the warm apartment. I thought the conflict was