“Oh no!” she cried theatrically.
The wine soaked into my dress, dripping onto the marble floor. Conversations stopped.
Mark rushed over. “Emily, it’s fine.” Then to me, annoyed: “Why were you standing so close?”
“She did it on purpose,” I said quietly.
Emily smirked. “Since you’re the nanny, clean it up.”
Mark shoved napkins into my hand. “Just do it. Before Thomas sees.”
Something inside me went still.
“No,” I said.
I dropped the napkins and walked toward the stage.
“Lena!” Mark hissed. “You can’t go up there!”
Thomas stepped aside as I approached the microphone.
“Good evening,” I said. “My name is Lena Carter. Tonight, my husband introduced me as his nanny.”
Gasps filled the room.
“Five minutes later, his sister spilled wine on me and told me to clean it.”
I gestured to my dress.
“I don’t clean floors,” I continued. “But I do clean house.”
I looked straight at Mark.
“I am the owner of Apex Dynamics. The Ghost Chairwoman. The one who signs the checks.”
The room erupted.
“Mark Reynolds,” I said evenly. “You’re fired. Effective immediately.”
“And Emily,” I added, “security will collect the company car keys at valet.”
Mark screamed that I was lying. Security escorted them out.