I Sat Alone in My Mansion on My Birthday Until The Cleaning Lady’s Daughter Walked In and Asked the One Question I Couldn’t Answer

it toward him. “You can have half. It’s my ’emergency’ chocolate.”

Victor looked at the cheap candy, then at the $5,000 cake. He started to laugh—a real, booming laugh that shook the chandelier.

“Lila,” Victor said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Forget the emergency chocolate. Do you know how to cut a cake?”

“I’m a pro,” she grinned.

“Good. Collins!” Victor continue reading …