\u201cDead?\u201d asked the boss\u2019s wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She didn\u2019t say it loudly. But at that table, it sounded as if she had smashed a glass against the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rick<\/strong> sat there with his mouth open, searching for an escape in the tablecloth, in the ice cubes of his drink, in his boss\u2019s face. He found none. I looked at the woman in the red dress. She was beautiful. Young. One of those women who smells like expensive perfume and borrowed confidence. But in that moment, she didn\u2019t look like a proud mistress. She looked like a girl who had just discovered that the man she was sleeping with had dug an imaginary grave for his wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I said, raising an eyebrow. \u201cWhat exactly did I die of?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She swallowed hard. \u201cHe said you passed away two years ago. That\u2019s why he never talked about you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire table froze. Rick\u2019s boss, Mr. Armenta<\/strong>, set his napkin down next to his plate with a dangerous slowness. His wife, Theresa<\/strong>, looked at me as if she wanted to hug me and slap my husband at the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rick let out a fake laugh. \u201cSophia<\/strong>, don\u2019t start. You\u2019re confused.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s how I learned her name. Sophia. I looked her straight in the eye. \u201cNo, Sophia. Keep going. I\u2019m very interested to know how I died.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone at the next table coughed to hide the fact they were eavesdropping. No one was doing a good job of it. In these Manhattan<\/strong> ballrooms, people pretend to be polite, but gossip is served before dessert.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophia blinked rapidly. \u201cRick told me he was a widower. That he didn\u2019t wear a ring because he couldn\u2019t get over your death.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at my hand. My band was still there. His wasn\u2019t. According to Rick, he had lost it at the gym. How curious. Liars always seem to lose their symbols, but they never lose an opportunity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRick,\u201d Mr. Armenta said in a low voice, \u201cI need you to clear this up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My husband straightened up. \u201cSir, with all due respect, this is a personal matter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I smiled. \u201cNo, Mr. Rick. It\u2019s a business matter. Remember, I\u2019m only here as the nanny.\u201d I opened the calculator app again. \u201cLet\u2019s see. Public humiliation: three hours. Faking widowhood: double rate. Adult tantrum management: night shift surcharge.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Theresa put a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing. Rick glared at me. \u201cMeredith<\/strong>, you\u2019re making a fool of yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo. I\u2019m billing you.\u201d I turned the screen toward him. \u201cAnd I haven\u2019t even charged you the emotional sales tax yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophia gripped the back of a chair. \u201cAre you really his wife?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLegal, alive, and paying the mortgage he brags about.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rick slammed his hand lightly on the table. \u201cEnough!\u201d It wasn\u2019t loud, but it was enough to make two waiters turn around. I didn\u2019t flinch. Back home, that tone would have silenced me. Not tonight. Tonight I had uncomfortable heels, intact makeup, and ten years of an underpaid marriage stored in my throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t yell at me, Rick. Remember, I\u2019m working.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophia took a bracelet off her wrist. \u201cHe gave this to me last month.\u201d She placed it on the table. It was my bracelet. The silver one with a small \u2018M\u2019 initial that my mom gave me for my thirty-fifth birthday. I thought I\u2019d lost it during a closet clean-out. But no. My bracelet was living a second life on the wrist of my husband\u2019s mistress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at it. Then I looked at Rick. \u201cDid you tell her it was a family heirloom from your dead grandmother, too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophia covered her mouth. \u201cHe told me it belonged to his mother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Theresa made a sound of pure indignation. \u201cBut your mother is alive, Rick. I saw her at the holiday party last year.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy mother is more alive than my patience right now,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Armenta didn\u2019t look like a dinner host anymore. He looked like a judge. \u201cRick, come with me for a moment.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n We were moved to a private room with gold mirrors and white orchids. Five of us walked in: The boss, his wife, Rick, Sophia, and me\u2014the most expensive nanny in the city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As soon as the door closed, Rick exploded. \u201cThis is insane. Meredith is just jealous and wants to put on a show.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I pulled out my phone. \u201cActually, since the moment you introduced me as the nanny, I\u2019ve been recording.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He turned pale. Theresa gave a tiny smile. \u201cWhat a forward-thinking woman.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cForce of habit,\u201d I replied. \u201cYou learn to keep receipts when your husband keeps secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rick lunged for the phone. Armenta stepped in between us. \u201cDon\u2019t even think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I took a deep breath and unlocked the screen. I had audio. Photos. Messages. Not just from tonight, but from months. I knew Rick was up to something; I just didn\u2019t know he was going to kill me off verbally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat is that?\u201d Rick asked, his voice cracking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour reality. Premium version.\u201d I opened the first photo: Rick with Sophia at a bistro in Brooklyn<\/strong>. The second: Rick entering a boutique hotel in Chelsea<\/strong>. Then, I opened an email.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is the project you presented today as your own. The \u2018Horizon North Campaign.\u2019 Do you remember?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Armenta stepped closer. \u201cWhat about that project?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI did it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rick let out a desperate laugh. \u201cDon\u2019t be ridiculous. You\u2019re a freelance logo designer for small businesses.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd I\u2019m also the one who saved the campaign when your team failed to deliver. The one who corrected the strategy. The one who wrote the pitch. The one who stayed up until 2:00 AM making the slides while you slept with your mouth open.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophia stared at him. \u201cYou didn\u2019t do it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rick clenched his teeth. \u201cMeredith helped a little. As a wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cAs an unpaid professional. But thanks to your introduction tonight, I\u2019ve decided to formalize the service.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Armenta took my phone and reviewed the documents. \u201cDo you have backups?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIn the cloud, on a thumb drive, and with my sister, who is waiting outside the ballroom in case Rick decided to get dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister, Lucy<\/strong>, poked her head in. \u201cEverything good, or should I come in with the emotional sledgehammer?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Theresa laughed. I almost did too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Armenta looked at Rick as if he were a pinata full of cockroaches. \u201cRick, HR is going to investigate this. For now, you are removed from any project involving Sophia.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou can\u2019t do that!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI can do a lot more.\u201d The boss\u2019s voice cut through the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophia raised her hand weakly. \u201cI want to give a statement. I have messages where he says no one at the company could know about us because he was still \u2018closing matters\u2019 regarding his late wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rick looked at her, furious. \u201cSophia, don\u2019t be stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She stood up. \u201cI was stupid when I believed you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I left the ballroom with Lucy. Outside, the city lights were bright, and the sidewalk was full of people walking as if nothing ever broke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rick ran out after us, shouting my name. \u201cMeredith! Please. Let\u2019s go home and talk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI made a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo. A mistake is putting salt in your coffee. What you did was a seven-season soap opera.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I laughed. For real this time. \u201cAlive or dead?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Uber pulled up. Before getting in, I opened the calculator one last time. \u201cI\u2019ll send you the bill.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat bill?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNanny. Consultant. Involuntary therapist. Ghost wife. All of it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I got into the car. As we drove off, I saw Rick standing on the curb with the divorce folder in his hand. For the first time in years, I didn\u2019t feel guilt. I felt like I could finally breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two weeks later, Armenta called me to his office on Madison Avenue<\/strong>. They offered me a consulting contract to finish the project properly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe want to pay you for the work you\u2019ve already done and, if you accept, for the work you choose to do.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I thought of Rick. 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\n\n\n\nThe Stolen Bracelet<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nThe \u201cHorizon North\u201d Campaign<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nThe Bill Comes Due<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nThe New Life<\/h3>\n\n\n\n