Chapter 10 · The Clip Goes Live

"Say hi to the internet, Neneng." Bianca's phone was already an inch from my nose, ring light glowing white, her thumb steady on the record button like she'd done this a hundred times.

I had a stack of folded towels against my chest and nowhere to put them down. "Bianca. Move."

"Oh, she talks back." Bianca tipped the phone toward herself, voice dropping into that sweet, camera-ready register. "Guys, this is the maid who thinks she owns forty percent of my family's hotel. Say something for the shareholders, Neneng."

The word landed exactly the way it was supposed to — little maid, servant girl, know your place — and three guests by the elevator bank turned to watch. One of them lifted his own phone, angling for a better shot.

"Put it away," I said.

"Or what?" Bianca stepped closer, close enough that I caught her perfume cutting through the bleach smell on my hands. "You'll fire me? Cute. Everyone, watch her face when I say this next part.