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

He tapped a white envelope against his palm.

I clasped my hands in front of my apron.

"Sir, I don't understand. Your father told me I would always have a job here."

"My father is dead."

Those words hit me like a slap in the face.

Julian slid the envelope across the desk towards me, his face impassive.

"There's four hundred dollars in there. A week's severance pay. That's more than most people in your position would get."

"Your father told me I would always have a job here."

"My position," I repeated softly.

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