PART 3
PART 3
The rooftop felt smaller now.
No one spoke.
Even the wind seemed to hesitate.
The woman in white tried to recover her composure, forcing a laugh that no one believed.
“This is some kind of stunt,” she snapped. “You think bringing hired guards makes you important?”
One of the bodyguards stepped forward and placed a black folder on a table that was still standing.
The waitress didn’t even look at it.
She already knew what was inside.
But the woman in white didn’t.
Not yet.
The bodyguard opened the folder.
Inside were photographs.
Bank transfers.
Property records.
And one sealed court document with a date from five years ago.
The woman’s breathing got uneven.
“No…” she whispered again, but softer this time.
The waitress finally spoke.
“You built your company using my family’s capital.”
A pause.
“You erased my name from the records after the merger.”
Another pause.
“And then you told the world I died in a car accident I never got into.”
The woman’s lips trembled.
“You were a child,” she said weakly. “You wouldn’t understand business.”
The waitress stepped forward for the first time.
And when she did, the entire line of bodyguards moved with her.
Not following.
Protecting.
“Then explain it to me now,” she said calmly. “Like I’m still that child.”
Silence.
May you like
No answer came.
Because there wasn’t one that would save her.
