Mother, you were right. This test has opened my eyes. I walked to the table and stood beside Mr. Harrison. I placed my hand on the will. The paper felt cold, but in it I could feel the warm love of my mother. She had protected me even after her death. She had made sure I would not be used by the wrong man. Mr. Harrison turned to me and nodded respectfully. “Mrs. Evans,” he said. “That form of address made Mark react even more hysterically because now my status was far superior to his. According to your mother’s will, from this moment on, you are the legal owner of these assets.
And as the majority shareholder, you have voting power in the company’s decisions, including the fate of immoral employees. Mr. Harrison stared at Mark and Jessica. That sentence was the signal for the counterattack. Now the power was in my hands. I looked at Jessica, who was now as pale as paper. She realized her career was on the brink of collapse. She tried to smile at me—a smile that was a mixture of fear and flattery, but I turned away.
The atmosphere in the room had changed 180°. The guests, who had previously looked down on me, now bowed their heads in fear. They realized their jobs could depend on my mood, but I wasn’t interested in them. My focus was solely on the two traitors before me, Mark and Jessica. I took a deep breath, inhaling the air of freedom mixed with the scent of grief. It was time to clean the trash out of my life. Just as I had cleaned the trash from their party earlier, Mr. Harrison signaled his secretary again. The secretary took out a tablet and turned it on.
In addition to the will, Mr. Harrison said, looking alternately at Jessica and Mark. Our internal audit team has found some suspicious transactions made by Mr. Evans during his tenure. And interestingly, that spending pattern coincides with the lavish lifestyle of one employee. Mr. Harrison stared at Jessica. Miss Davis, perhaps you can explain how you acquired designer handbags and expensive jewelry on a normal employees salary because our data shows that the company funds embezzled by Mr. Evans flowed into the items you are wearing right now. Mark’s eyes widened. He had forgotten about the petty embezzlement he had committed to please Jessica, thinking no one would check the details of operating expenses.
