A tall, heavily built man stood there with a cold, arrogant smirk.

“Derek is very worried about his baby boy,” he said.

“If your daughter isn’t home by tomorrow morning, he files a police report charging her with parental child abduction.”

I looked into his eyes and did not blink.

“Now you’re going to turn around and leave.”

“You should think this through carefully, old man.”

“And it is in your best interest,” I said, “that I never see your face near my daughter again.” And I shut the door in his face.

An hour later, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. I’ve worked for the Miller family three years, and they owe me a hundred and eighty thousand dollars in wages they refuse to pay.