After Three Years of Silence, the Housekeeper's Revenge Wrote Itself

"Steward Hargrove, did I hear you right? The family wants to give me a raise?"

The man standing before me was the butler of the Dickerson household—one of the most elite families in the city—and, in a sense, my direct supervisor.

I'd worked for the Dickersons for three years. Every task inside and outside the house fell on my shoulders, and mine alone.

Now, they wanted to give me a raise.

"Effie Lambert, what are your thoughts on the salary? Is there anything you'd like to discuss?"

I smiled faintly and untied my apron, folding it and setting it gently to the side.