Hand Over The Cheque

The housekeeper didn’t know what to say to that. Kira’s logic was unassailable. Elsie could only sigh. In her heart, she agreed that Young Master had been in the wrong, but stating it out loud was only going to make Young Madam angrier with him. *** When the hour hand of the clock moved to eleven, Kira shut off the TV and stood up. Elsie had abandoned her half an hour ago. Kira entertained herself with channel surfing. She had to skip the drama channel when she saw Kayleigh’s perfectly made-up face onscreen. Having exhausted all options to delay the inevitable, Kira squared her shoulders and went upstairs. Austyn was not in the bedroom. She heaved a sigh of relief. Maybe he decided to resume the silent treatment and had gone to sleep in the study. Which suited her just fine. Keeping an eye on the bedroom door, Kira removed her cardboard box from under the bed. She updated her diary and then counted the hoard of cash. When she got her first paycheque next week, the hoard would, hopefull