After her tyrannical boss intentionally throws her seven-year-old brother’s $4,000 vintage toy into a sewage drain, a twenty-year-old recovering assistant shreds a $25,000 Hermès bag and cancels he...
The industrial garden shredder whined, a sound that sliced through the sudden silence. Bits of emerald-green leather, fine as confetti, spewed from its chute and drifted across the manicured lawn.
Evelyn Kincaid stood frozen, her face a mask of disbelief. Her hand, manicured and laden with diamonds, flew to her chest.
Then, the scream tore from her throat. It was a guttural, raw sound, far removed from her usual composed demeanor.
“My Birkin!” she shrieked, her eyes fixing on the shreds. “That was a twenty-five-thousand-dollar bag!”
I just stood there, the cool air settling over my skin. The notice of lease revocation, signed and dated, felt like a feather in my hand.
“It’s effective immediately, Evelyn,” I said, my voice steady. “You have 24 hours to vacate the guest house.”
Her eyes, usually cold and calculating, blazed with pure rage. She stalked towards me, her designer loafers crunching on the gravel path.
“You think this is over?” she hissed, stopping inches from my face. Her breath smelled faintly of expensive coffee and something bitter.
“You think you can just destroy my property and walk away?”
A laugh, sharp and humorless, escaped her.
“I know your history, Maya. Every single detail.”
My stomach clenched. She knew. Of course she knew.
“Your little stunt here is going to look like a relapse,” Evelyn continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “An unstable, destructive act.”
She paced a short circle, her gaze sweeping across the estate, as if drawing power from it.
“You think your brother’s cheap toy matters? I’ll make sure you lose everything that actually matters to *you*.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Your family, the few scraps you have left, they’ll turn on you faster than you can blink.”
“I’ll call your Aunt Brenda. She’s always been eager for a little cash, hasn’t she?”
My breath caught. Aunt Brenda. The one person who loved to remind me of every mistake I’d ever made, especially my time in juvenile rehab.
“I will personally ensure you are not only jobless and homeless,” Evelyn said, a cruel smile forming, “but completely alone. I have friends in every corner of this city, corporate and familial. You’ll be nothing but a ghost.”
She pointed a trembling finger at the still-shredding machine, then at me.
“You started this war, Maya. You just haven’t realized yet that you have no army.”
The threat hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. But I wouldn’t back down. Not now. Not after Leo’s toy.
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