Stealing My Life? Dream On!
The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress.
On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa.
When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!"
She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?"
Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me.
But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me.
I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."
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