Chapter 23 · Not a Maid

"Get me a coffee, sweetheart. Black, no sugar. And don't spill it on the Voss carpet this time."

Dante snaps his fingers at me like I'm furniture with legs. Right there in the boardroom, in front of the whole finance team, in front of the numbers I bled over for three straight nights.

"I'm not your maid, Dante." I don't move from my chair.

"No?" He drops into the seat across from me, boots up on the table like he owns it. "Funny. Luca married the help and now she's got a title. CFO." He says it like a joke he's still laughing at. "Cute."

I slide the quarterly report an inch closer to him. "Cute enough to catch four hundred grand missing from the Riverside account. Your signature's on the withdrawal, by the way."

The room goes quiet. Dante's boot drops off the table.

"Watch your mouth," he says, low now, no laugh in it.

"Watch your ledger." I flip the page around so he can see the number circled in red.