“That glass was imported crystal. It cost more than she earns in a year.”
“It was an accident,” Emily whispered, eyes lowered.
“An accident?” the woman scoffed. “People like you shouldn’t be touching valuable things.”
“Excuse me,” Michael said firmly. “What’s going on?”
The brunette turned with a practiced smile. “Michael, I’m Vanessa Montgomery. I just arrived, and your maid shattered my glass.”
The other four women stepped closer, observing Emily on the floor.
“Well, this is awkward,” said a thin blonde.
“I’m Olivia Prescott,” she added coolly.
“Accidents happen,” Michael replied, trying to calm the situation.
“They happen with unrefined people,” Olivia said, staring at Emily. “Classy people know better.”
Noah slipped past his father and rushed to Emily.
“Em, are you hurt?”
Emily looked up, forcing a smile.
“It’s nothing, sweetheart. Just a scratch.”
Vanessa narrowed her eyes. “That’s an odd level of closeness.”
Michael intervened. “Since everyone’s here, let’s be clear. This is Emily, our employee. And you’re the candidates.”