10The oven snicked, announcing that it had reached baking temperature.
I climbed off my stool. Slid open the drawer below the refrigerator.
Pulling out a frozen pizza, I unpacked it onto the oven rack. Set the timer.
I grabbed the wine bottle. Carried it to the breakfast bar. Refilled my glass.
I took a healthy swig before reclaiming my seat.
My termination was blatantly unfair. But if I made a fuss, Ramsey would sue me for violating my nondisclosure agreement.
Defending against an NDA-violation lawsuit would be expensive.
Legal fees could drain my bank account for years. The final settlement might not be in my favor.
Ramsey was betting that I wouldn’t risk bankruptcy. That I’d let him ruin my good name.
My daughter was only sixteen. I had to take care of her.
Ramsey’s assessment
