Eve
I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, staring at Ellen as she wiped her hands on a dish towel. Her face was still pale, eyes wide with lingering worry.
“So did he buy it?” I asked, keeping my voice low even though we were alone.
Ellen sighed deeply and nodded. “Yes, ma’am. He believed every word. He was… furious. Yelled at me over the phone, said if anything happened to you, he’d make me pay. Then he hung up, and I heard the car screeching up the drive a few minutes later. Gosh, I am so scared. What if he really fires me or even attacks me? He sounded really mad.”
A twinge of guilt poked at me, but I pushed it down. “I already told you. I won’t let him fire you. Trust me, okay? I’ll explain everything once he calms down.”
Ellen nodded again, reluctant, but the tensio
