Proving Her Wrong

Chapter 10

"What are you doing?"

Alina looked up from the laundry she was folding to see Miss Smith standing there looking at her with fury. "Folding Melisma's laundry while she naps," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why?"

"That is the maid's job," Miss Smith seethed. "God, can't you do anything right? Must I always clean up your messes?"

"What in the world are you talking about?" Alina asked confused, "And keep your voice down, Melisma is napping."

"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" She glared as she pointed her finger at Alina. "I am your boss, or did you forget that? I am constantly going behind you and cleaning up all your messes. You never think about your repercussions or how your wild brain decisions affect Mr. Morgan. Seriously, think of the bad press it will bring him when you take his child out in public with messy clothes or unbrushed hair or keeping her from his concerts, it looks like he is an unfit parent. Think about Mr. Morgan's reputation."

Alina sat Melisma's shirt down and stood, "Let's get one thing straight right now, Miss Smith. You are NOT my boss, Mr. Morgan and his husbands are the ones that employed me and pay me to care for their daughter. I answer to them, not you. Now I don't know what your issue is with me, and frankly I could care less. I'm not after your position, I have enough on my plate caring for their daughter, I don't need nor want the extra responsibilities of Mr. Morgan's tour obligations. So, get off your high horse and leave me alone. I have never interfered with your position so quit trying to interfere with mine. And last I checked as part of caring for Mr. Morgan's daughter was making sure she has clean clothes, which means handling her clothes, so it's not the maid's job but mine. Now is there something else you want to complain or nitpick about?"

"How dare you talk to me like that!" Miss Smith screeched. "You will pay for that!"

"Keep your voice down!" Alina whispered loudly. "Melisma is sleeping!"

Miss Smith slapped Alina across the cheek and said through clenched teeth, "I said don't talk to me like that, you little wench. You are not Mr. Morgan's husbands and you will never be their wife. You do not have the authority to talk to me like that."

"But I do."

Both woman turned to see Owen and Victor standing there with fury in their eyes.

"Mr. Morgan...Mr. Blackbourne....I...." Alina tried to think clearly.

"Go put some ice on that, Alina," Owen said too calmly for her liking, but she nodded and rushed to the kitchen. "Miss Smith, you have five minutes to pack your things and leave this premise. I will be speaking to your boss about your actions."

"What?" She asked shocked. "But she—"

"Has done nothing wrong," Victor interrupted. "She is right, it is her position to care for our daughter's clothing and make sure she gets adequate sleeping, which means keeping your voice down and you clearly did not. She has never overstepped her position—"

"She had lunch with you!" Miss Smith tried to argue.

"No she did not," Victor shook his head. "She had lunch with her family and we joined them."

"How did you know about that?" Owen asked. "He never told you."

"I...I...It was written in his calendar."

"No, it wasn't," Victor shook his head. "It was a last minute decision."

"So stalking will be added to the physical assault and harassment charges," Owen said as he typed away on his phone. "Noted."

Miss Smith grabbed her purse and darted out of the suite door. "Alina?" Victor asked as he entered the kitchen. "Can I look?"

Alina removed the baggie of ice and shook her head, "I'm fine, Mr. Morgan. This is nothing compared to training with my family. Excuse me, I really should finish Melisma's clothes before she wakes up. I apologize for—"

"Hush," Victor shook his head as he put the ice back to her cheek. "You did nothing wrong. Go rest, her clothes can wait. I should be the one apologizing to you for not finding a way to get rid of her sooner. Trust me, we will be pressing as many charges as possible. She won't get away with this."

Just then her phone started ringing and Victor grabbed it off the counter. "You may want to answer that," Owen said as he entered the kitchen.

Alina grabbed the phone and looked at him in shock, "Really? You snitched, Mr. Blackbourne?" She gasped and paled, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I apologize."

"Just answer the—" He stopped as his phone started ringing. He answered, "She's right here," he held out the phone.

She sighed, "Here we go."