Gianna painted different scenarios in her mind where she dealt these revelations to Clement and his family, each confrontation harsher than the last, each outcome more devastating, and each one left her feeling deeply, viciously fulfilled.
Oh yes, they would be going to jail quite alright—there was no version of this story where they escaped unscathed.
How dare he ruin the company her father had invested so much time, sweat, and money into, all for his greedy, self-serving gains?
It wasn't enough that his wife and daughter squandered it aimlessly on materialistic ventures, bleeding it dry with nothing to show for it—but he had to do this too?
They hadn't even sent her anything, not even her rightful dividends; they had eaten it all, swallowed it whole without shame, and now they would pay for every single bit of it.
No more letting peace reign. She would burn the bridges eternally.
She inhaled deeply, then exhaled just as slowly. He would surely pay.
