She rarely used Monica’s name.
It was always:
“Girl.”
“You.”
“Come here.”
Monica responded the same way every time.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Anyone watching would have seen an obedient domestic worker.
Quiet.
Invisible.
Easily controlled.
That was exactly what Monica wanted Katherine to see.
Because Monica Adams was not a maid.
She was deputy managing editor of the National Herald.
She had won two Pulitzer Prizes.
One for exposing pharmaceutical kickbacks.
One for an investigation into a city corruption network involving police contracts.
She had testified before Congress twice.
A senator had resigned three weeks after one of her stories appeared.
And for nearly two months, one of the country’s most recognized investigative journalists had been washing Katherine Prescott’s bathrooms on her knees.
By choice.
The investigation began with a phone call.
A former immigration attorney contacted Monica’s newsroom.
He claimed several wealthy families across Manhattan, Greenwich and Westchester were using a private domestic staffing agency to recruit vulnerable women.
