I spread my hands. "Doris, let's be reasonable. Who brings their kid to work as a housekeeper? Your kid's food and lodging aren't free, are they? When you started, you didn't mention bringing your kid. Plus, your cooking isn't good, and you don't clean properly. You can't even do basic work. Isn't it fair to deduct your salary? If you can do the job, do it. If not, quit."
Doris twisted her body and squeezed out tears, seeking help from my dad.
"Mr. Taylor, please help me. You agreed to let me bring my kid when I started. Now Miss Taylor is using this to deduct my salary. She's deliberately making things difficult for me."
My dad picked up the cup next to him and threw it at me.
"I'm very satisfied with Doris. Don't make trouble and nitpick. If Doris leaves, you'll be in big trouble."
"Fine, Dad. Doris' salary is seven thousand dollars a month. Your pension is five thousand dollars a month. You can make up the difference yourself."
My dad's face darkened.
