CATHERINE SMITH
“Daughter, do you always have to leave so early and come back so late?” my mother asked with concern as we sat at the table for breakfast.
The clock on the wall showed 5:10 AM, and I needed to be at the nightclub by 8:00 AM sharp.
I sighed. “Mom, you know the nightclub needs me, and we really need this salary,” I said.
“Even so, Catherine, you're leaving home at dawn and coming back very late at night. My daughter, your boss is asking too much of you.”
“I’ve already told you, he’s not there, Mom. It’s the manager,” I explained since Samuel had traveled to handle an issue at his family’s other companies and hadn’t returned yet. I had thought he was just the owner of the nightclub, I thought.
She pursed her lips. “It’s the same thing. It’s someone sent by him. I know yo
