The Maid’s Daughter Asked To Play One Song, Then Silenced The Whole Penthouse

your evening here is done,” he said.

Ellen swallowed.

“Yes, sir. I’ll collect our things.”

“I mean your employment.”

Maddie felt her mother’s hand go cold.

Mr. Whitmore’s voice stayed quiet.

That made it worse.

“I have no need for staff who bring private matters into professional spaces.”

Ellen’s face went white.

“Mr. Whitmore, please. I didn’t know she would—”

“And continue reading …