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.

It was about dignity—mine and my child’s.

They had treated me like I was powerless, like I was nothing.

That night, they learned the truth.

Never underestimate the quiet person in the room.

Because sometimes, the one you m0ck is the one holding all the power.

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