I didn’t react, but in my head, I had already made my decision.
She had overstepped before, acting too familiar, treating herself like more than just an employee. But this was manipulative. I could ignore a few misplaced opinions, but I wouldn’t keep someone around who tried to stir up trouble in my home.
Her contract was up at the end of the month. She wouldn’t be staying.
Spencer took a few sips of soup, then seemed to remember something. He reached for the cake on the table, cutting a generous slice and placing it in front of Alexis.
"Oh, right," he said with an easy smile. "Today is your birthday, isn’t it? Happy birthday, Alexis."
That cake wasn’t just any cake, it was something I made especially for my mom, decorated with all her favorite fruits.
I didn’t mind sharing a slice, but before she even got the chance to blow out the candles or make a wish, a huge chunk had already been cut out. The once-perfect cake was now missing a big piece.