I cleaned at the same hotel for 18 years – Three days after I was fired, a lawyer called me and told me to sit down

"I want an official meeting."

"Perhaps," I replied. "But I'll regret it standing up."

He turned around abruptly and headed towards the stairs.

Her luxury shoes echoed in the hallway.

I closed the door and leaned back against it, my legs finally trembling.

Then I took the framed photo and held it close to my chest.

Tomorrow morning, I will go to Nathaniel's office.

And I wouldn't go in there alone.

I wouldn't go in there alone.

***

I entered Nathaniel's office, the framed photo pressed tightly against my chest.

Julian was already there, surrounded by two lawyers in outrageously expensive suits.

"Marta, let's be reasonable," Julian said, pointing to a stack of papers. "Sign the release. I'll double the settlement amount. Fifty thousand, transferred today."

I sat down slowly and placed the frame on the polished meeting table.

"I'm not here to sign anything, Julian."

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