Clearly, no one here was properly disciplining this child.
Erica noticed my expression and sneered.
"If you can't handle this, you'd better leave now. Just a few mean words from Mr. Smith, and you're already pulling a face."
"Do you think you're some rich person now just because you're working as a maid for them? What makes you any different from me?"
I wasn't about to let her walk all over me, so I snapped back. Erica was momentarily at a loss for words and quickly finished showing me around the villa before going off to do her own thing.
The place I was given to stay was just a small storage room under the stairs, just big enough to fit a three-foot-wide bed.
I immediately pulled out my phone and called my father. It wasn't until the last second before the call was about to disconnect that he finally picked up.
The background noise on his end was loud, but I could still make out the irritation in his voice.
"Aren't you supposed to be working after your exams? Why are you calling me for money?"
"Dad, where are you right now?"
"Do I need to report my whereabouts to you? I'm earning money to pay off your mother's debts."
"Are you in Los Angeles? I think I saw you today."