There was a pause.
Then, without hesitation:
“You’re fired.”
Emily didn’t fight it.
She nodded, her eyes filled with something heavier than anger.
“I understand,” she said softly.
But before leaving, she carried Zion upstairs carefully, holding him close—not like an employee fulfilling a task, but like someone saying goodbye to something she had already learned to care about.
The mansion fell silent again after that.
Too silent.
Marcus sat in his office, staring at the baby monitor on his phone.
