Chapter 6 - Abigail Confronts Her Deep Financial Crisis At Home
Abigail stood motionless in the middle of the master bedroom, her heart pounding so hard she felt dizzy from the sudden shift in her reality. "Ten times my salary?" she repeated, her voice barely audible over the hum of the penthouse climate control system. "Mr. Cross, I'm just a commercial cleaner from Queens."
"You are the only person in this city I can actually trust in my private space," Julian replied coldly, opening the folder to reveal a signed contract. "Your starting salary will be one hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year, with full health insurance and an immediate fifty-thousand-dollar signing bonus."
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Abigail sank against her cleaning cart, burying her face in her hands as tears of overwhelming relief spilled freely down her cheeks. The crushing weight of her family's debts, her brother's halted education, and her father's medical care dissolved in a single, surreal second.
"Sign the paperwork, Abigail," Julian instructed softly, handing her a silver pen. "Your life as a struggling maid ends right now."
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