My mom died this morning. I have nowhere to go.
The black girl told the millionaire.
The marble floors gleamed under the golden light of the chandeliers, their brilliance casting long reflections that made the grand lobby look even larger than it was. The air smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive cologne—a place where perfection was expected and mistakes had no place to hide.
In the middle of all that beauty stood a little black girl no older than nine. Her hair was neatly tied in two small braids, and she wore a perfectly pressed black-and-white maid’s uniform. In her small hands, she clutched the handle of a silver bucket so tightly her knuckles turned pale.
She hadn’t been called over—she had approached the man herself. The man in the immaculate black suit, white shirt, and satin tie. The man who owned this mansion and everything in it. The man who had never noticed her before. He bent slightly, lowering his head so his cold, questioning eyes met hers. Well, what is it?” he asked, his voice low but carrying that sharp edge of impatience she’d heard from him when speaking to the…Read Full Story Here………………
