I never told my boyfriend’s arrogant parents that I was the one who owned the bank holding all their debt. To them, I was just “some barista with no future.” At their luxury yacht party, his mother sneered and shoved a drink into my hands, spilling it down my dress. “Staff should stay below deck,” she said coldly. His father laughed. “Careful—don’t ruin the furniture.”
her point. “Ethan tells us you’re very hardworking.”
It was such an expertly insulting sentence that Carter almost admired it. Hardworking, from Victoria, meant unsophisticated. It meant someone who performs labor for people like us.
“I am,” Carter said. “I find it useful.”
Richard laughed. “Well, that’s one way to put it.”
