Phones buzzed. Faces turned pale. The smug confidence vanished.
Then the dining room door opened.
Several men in suits walked in—members of the company’s legal team—carrying documents.
They approached Diane, Brendan, and Jessica and handed them formal notices.
As Diane read the papers, the color drained from her face. Brendan looked at me in disbelief, the realization finally sinking in.
“You… you can’t do this,” Diane stammered.
But it was already done.
The company had been under my control for years, and now they were facing the consequences of their arrogance.
One by one, the people who had mocked me began pleading for mercy.
But by then, I had learned something important. This wasn’t just about revenge.
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