Moments later, the dining room door opened.
Several men in dark suits walked in.
The company’s legal team.
They carried folders filled with documents.
Termination papers.
Internal investigations.
Asset freezes.
They approached Brendan.
Then Diane.
Then Jessica.
And handed them each a file.
As Diane read the first page, the color drained from her face.
Slowly, painfully, she looked up at me.
Realization dawned in her eyes.
“You… you can’t do this,” she whispered.
But the process had already begun.
When Power Changes Hands
Within minutes, the entire atmosphere in the room collapsed.
The family that had laughed at me only moments earlier now looked terrified.
Brendan tried to speak.
Jessica stared at the floor.
And Diane—the same woman who had dumped ice water on my head—began trembling.
Then something I never expected happened.
One by one…
They started begging.
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