Robin descended the stairs slowly, his eyes strictly fixed on my soaked sleeves. “Did you just throw that bucket of water at her?”
“She provoked me first,” Tabitha insisted hastily.
“I asked you a simple question,” Robin said, his voice dropping an octave.
Tabitha’s voice sharpened dramatically. “She is deliberately trying to ruin our relationship because she knows she cannot control you anymore.”
I reached into my wet pocket and placed the small digital recorder onto the marble table between us.
Tabitha stared down at the small black device. For the very first time that afternoon, she finally understood that the woman she had soaked was not a helpless servant, and she realized how terribly she had mistaken the situation.
I pressed the play button without saying another word.
Her recorded voice filled the entire foyer: People like you should be truly grateful that people like me even let you set foot indoors.
