“Are You the Help?” the CEO’s Wife Asked — By Morning, I Was Calling the Board to Order

Ashworth, the CEO’s wife, was looking at me the way someone might examine a stain on expensive upholstery—with vague offense and the certainty that someone should have prevented this situation.

For a heartbeat, I thought I’d misheard. The ballroom hummed with noise—crystal clinking against crystal, a string quartet playing something meant to sound sophisticated,continue reading …