Chapter 7 - THE WIFE'S VERDICT
I stepped forward. The heels of my stilettos clicked loudly against the marble, a rhythm of dominance.
"Preston," I said calmly. "Do you remember what you asked me last night? You asked how much it costs to make a waitress keep quiet."
He flinched, squeezing his eyes shut.
"The answer," I continued, "is that you don't have enough money. None of you do." I looked at the four fathers. "Your sons walked into my workplace, treated me like trash, and reveled in my humiliation because they believed their wealth made them untouchable. They believed there were no consequences for men like them."
"We will discipline them! Send them away!" Senator Vaughn suddenly stepped forward, his face red with anger and desperation. "Mrs. Vance, my son Tyler had nothing to do with pouring that drink. You can't let your husband destroy my political career over a misunderstanding!"
Julian took a slow step forward, but I held up my hand, stopping him. I wanted to handle this.
"Senator," I said, my voice icy. "Your son laughed the loudest. And as for your political career... I don't think my husband is destroying it. I believe your offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands, the ones funded by illegal campaign contributions, will do that for you."
The Senator’s face drained of all blood. He staggered backward as if he had been shot.
"You wanted to watch me break," I looked back down at the boys. "But all I see are four broken boys who are nothing without their daddy's money. Well, now the money is gone."
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I turned my back on them and walked back to Julian. "I'm done with them."
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