Mr. Carter didn’t look pleased.
“You caused a scene in front of the hotel,” he said coldly. “Police, ambulances, media. That’s not the image we want.”
“I saved a child,” Emily replied softly.
“Yes. But the hotel’s name is now tied to a traffic incident. Ownership isn’t happy.”
Ownership.
She understood.
By noon, she was holding a white envelope.
Her final paycheck.
Just like that — five years gone.
She walked home in a daze. How would she tell Ethan and Sophie? Rent was due in two weeks. There was $43 in her bank account.
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