“What, pray tell, did you do now, Ms. Nill?” Mrs. Steams iced out, addressing Theodore’s mate with so much disdain and contempt, he couldn’t help the glare he sent his housekeeper.
But she understood his glare the wrong way for her disdain seemed to have evolved into something more sinister - fury. He could almost taste her ire in the air.
“She didn’t leave the estate yet,” he said matter-of-factly. “Why is that?”
“Well,” his housekeeper blinked her eyes at him, understanding at long last it would seem. “She broke a precious family heirloom. I thought it only fitting that she stayed overtime to compensate for the loss. I understood from your dismissing the issue that you were generous enough not to want monetary compensation for it. Was I wrong in my assumptions, Mr. King?”
Theodor
