The house was very big. It was a mansion made of gold and glass. But inside, it was very cold.​Elena sat at a long table. She had four children: two boys and two girls. They were all sitting in the dark because their father, Marcus, had turned off the lights to save money.​The children looked at their plates. The plates were empty.​"Mommy, I am so hungry," said little Maya. She was only five years old. Her voice was very small.​Elena felt a big pain in her heart. She was the Vice CEO of a huge company. She was a boss. But today, she had no money. Her husband Marcus had frozen her bank cards. He had locked the food away.​"I know, my baby," Elena whispered. "Daddy will be home soon. Maybe he will bring bread."​Suddenly, the front door opened. Marcus walked in. He was wearing a suit that cost thousands of dollars. He smelled like expensive perfume. But he was not alone.​His secretary, Lydia, was with him. She was wearing a red dress and laughing. She was holding a bag of hot food. The smell of fried chicken filled the room. The children’s eyes went wide. They were so hungry they wanted to cry.​"Marcus," Elena said, standing up. "The kids have not eaten all day. Did you bring food for them?"​Marcus did not look at his children. He looked at Lydia and smiled.​"Lydia made me a great lunch at the office," Marcus said. "She is a much better cook than you, Elena. She knows how to take care of a man."​Lydia looked at Elena with an evil smile. "Oh Marcus, it’s okay. Maybe Elena was too busy being a 'boss' to learn how to fry chicken for her own kids."​Elena felt like she was going to explode. "Marcus! I built that company with you! We are billionaires! Why are our children hungry?"​Marcus stepped closer to her. His face was cold. "You are not a boss anymore, Elena. I fired you today. Lydia is the new Vice CEO. You have no job. You have no money. You are just a housemaid now."​The children started to cry. The boys, Malachi and Ethan, stood up to protect their mother.​"Don't talk to Mommy like that!" Ethan shouted.​Marcus laughed a mean laugh. "If you want to eat, Elena, you must sign these papers. Give me all your shares of the company. If you don't sign, nobody in this house eats."​He took the bag of hot chicken and threw it into the trash can in front of the hungry children.​"If I don't give it to you, nobody gets it," Marcus said.​He walked out with Lydia. They were going to a fancy hotel to sleep. Elena stood in the dark kitchen. She looked at the trash can. She looked at her crying children.​She felt a fire starting inside her soul.​"Don't cry," Elena told her kids. "I will find a way. I will work three jobs if I have to. I will feed you."​She went to her room and found an old phone. She had one secret contact left.​"It is time," she said into the phone. "He thinks I am poor. But I am going to take everything back."​Just then, Elena heard a noise. Someone was standing at the door. It was a man in a black suit. He was one of Marcus’s guards.​"Madam," the guard said quietly. "I saw what he did. I want to help you, but you must leave the house now before the police arrive."