Page 156 of The Baby Twist
“I have to prep for a meeting. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye, Jordyn.”
I closed my laptop, set it down, and sat there for a moment, staring at the wall. My belly rumbled. Climbing off the bed, I grabbed my purse and left the hotel. Walking a couple of blocks, I stepped into a deli for a sandwich. After placing my order, I took my food to a small table by the window. While eating my sandwich and scrolling on my phone, I looked up and saw Mrs. Kensington standing at my table, staring at me.
“Mrs. Kensington, hi.”
“Hello, Stella.”
“Shouldn’t you be in court or something?” I asked.
“I just came from a client meeting and decided to grab a sandwich on my way back to the firm. Do you mind?” She gestured to the empty chair across from me.
“No, not at all.”
“I’ve been meaning to call you, but time has gotten away from me. I wanted to apologize to you.”
“For?” I cocked my head.
“One, for firing you, and two, for spreading mistruths about you.”
I almost fell out of my chair.
“I’ve since retracted my statements amongst my social circle. I told them that I misspoke about you stealing from us and what I thought you’d stolen, I found. I also said that I overreacted about you wanting to sleep with my husband because the day I fired you, I was exhausted and not thinking clearly.”
“I appreciate it, Mrs. Kensington.”
“Please, call me Nadine. The children miss you, Stella. I won’t lie. You were the best nanny we’d ever had, and it’s been hard trying to find someone to fill your shoes.”
“What about the nanny who works for you now?” I asked.
“Well, that girl was irresponsible, and Brandon fired her. Please come back to us.”
“I’m sorry, Nadine, but I can’t. I’m finishing up my master’s, and I need to focus on my doctorate.”
“It was just a chance I took asking you. Anyway, being Mrs. Miles Bradshaw, you don’t have to worry about working.” She glanced at her watch. “I have to go. Again, I’m sorry for everything that happened. Please tell Miles that we spoke today. Enjoy the rest of your lunch.” She stood up and left the deli.
I sat there, furrowing my brows, wondering why she wanted me to tell Miles that we spoke. Shaking my head, I finished my sandwich and went back to the hotel.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Miles
I stepped into the foyer of my penthouse and set my briefcase down.
“You’re home early,” Dora spoke.
“I’ll be working from home the rest of the day.” I looked around, hoping Stella was here.
“She’s not here, Miles.”
Walking into her bedroom, I opened the closet and saw that all her clothes and suitcases were gone.
“Where is she?” I turned and stared at Dora.
“I haven’t a clue.”
“You weren’t here when she came to collect her things?” I narrowed my eyes.
