Julian, my brother, spat on the ground near me. “What a joke. Does the Sanders family have a daughter who cleans toilets?”
“She’s just a conniving tramp trying to worm her way into our family for money. We’ve seen plenty like her before.”
“We pitied her and treated her kindly, and now she’s clinging to us.”
The manager nodded and bowed. “Of course, of course.”
His gaze toward me turned venomous again. “So, you’re after money, huh? Trying to scam Mr. and Mrs. Sanders? You’ve lost your mind!”
“Kneel down and apologize to them immediately!” the manager hissed.
I pulled off my rubber gloves and threw them to the ground. “I quit.”
The manager froze for a moment before sneering coldly. “Fine, quit if you want. But you won’t get a single penny of your wages.”
I nodded silently and turned to leave.
But Rianne’s soft voice stopped me. “Wait.”
The manager quickly stepped in front of me to block my way.
Rianne said, “Sis, you just insulted our parents. Shouldn’t you apologize before leaving?”
I let out a cold laugh and tried to walk away. But my mother turned to the manager and said, “I don’t want to dirty my hands. Teach her a lesson for me—I'll give you a thousand dollars for every slap.”