So you’re one of the special girls for after the party?”
The question came out of William Hartford’s mouth with a smug smile as Diana Johnson knelt on the marble floor of the grand ballroom, cleaning up a spill of red wine.
Diana looked up slowly, her 26 years of life having taught her to recognize that tone instantly. Around her, Manhattan’s most exclusive charity event was in full swing, with billionaire businessmen celebrating another night of “charity” that cost more than many families’ annual salaries.
William Hartford, CEO of Hartford Industries and heir to a $400 million fortune, leaned slightly toward her. His impeccable tuxedo and $200,000 watch contrasted starkly with the simple cleaning uniform Diana wore. At 42, William had inherited not only the family business, but also the arrogance passed down from generation to generation.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m a member of the cleaning staff,” Diana replied, keeping her voice steady despite her heart racing with indignation. She knew that look—the same one she had seen since she was a….Read Full Story Here.……………………..
