“You know, I don’t think I can pay you this week.” Rupert finished buttoning his shirt and turned to look for his favorite tie. Standing across the bed, his housekeeper stared at him and crossed her arms.
“Seriously? You know I have bills, right?”
He shrugged. “It’s not an indictment on your work. You’re fantastic. Judith says you’re the best.”
“Then why not pay me? Don’t I do enough?”
Rupert smiled. “Of course you do, but things were slow this week. Next week will be double. I promise.”
“Fine, but I don’t come cheap.”
“Good help never does, my dear.”