“Please take me to my office.”

PART 2

By sunset, Vivian Mercer was intoxicated by her own victory.

From the security cameras in my office, I watched her sweep through the lobby as if she were royalty. Claire filmed herself beside the indoor waterfall.

“Weekend without the village bride,” Claire sang into her phone. “Finally, peace.”

Daniel stood behind them, giving a weak smile.

Mr. Han placed tea on my desk. “Do you want them removed?”

“Not yet.”

My office overlooked the whole resort. Dark wood. Ocean view. A wall of awards.

On the center shelf sat the framed contract Vivian had never cared to read: Lotus Bay Restoration Project, financed and legally controlled by Arden Hospitality Group.

My company.

Not Daniel’s.

Mine.

Three years earlier, Lotus Bay had been bankrupt. I was the quiet woman in plain clothes who rebuilt its accounts, renegotiated its debts, exposed two corrupt suppliers, and transformed an abandoned beach property into the most profitable private resort on the coast.

The Mercers knew I worked in “finance.” They assumed that meant spreadsheets in some corner office owned by someone important.

They never imagined I was the important one.

At eight, the family entered the Presidential Pavilion. Vivian gasped at the oceanfront pool, silk bedding, champagne tower, and private chef.

“See?” she told Daniel. “This is what real families deserve.”

Claire posted another video. “When you remove negative energy, blessings arrive.”

I saved it.

Then I opened a folder labeled MERCER.

Vivian thought cruelty was power. But greed was what controlled her.

For two years, she had used Daniel’s access to my laptop to steal small pieces of confidential information: vendor names, investor contacts, renovation budgets.

She handed them to her brother’s construction firm, which then submitted inflated bids to my company under shell names.

I had suspected it for months.

I had proof for weeks.

Emails. Bank transfers. Fake invoices. Recorded calls. A signed statement from their accountant, who folded the moment my legal team contacted him.

Daniel was not innocent either. He had forwarded documents from my home office while pretending to love me.

My lawyer, Elise Grant, arrived at nine in a black suit and even sharper heels.

“You’re sure?” she asked.

I watched Daniel toast his mother on the monitor.

“He watched them leave me outside.”

Elise nodded. “Then we proceed.”

At breakfast the next morning, Vivian ordered the staff around like servants created for her entertainment.

“This coffee is cold,” she snapped.

The waiter bowed. “Apologies, Mrs. Mercer.”

She smirked. “At least someone here understands class.”

I entered the restaurant five minutes later.

Conversations softened. Staff members turned. One by one, they greeted me.

“Good morning, Ms. Arden.”

Vivian froze with her cup halfway to her mouth.

Daniel went pale.

Claire stopped recording.

I walked calmly to their table.Patio, Lawn & Garden

“Enjoying the resort?” I asked.

Vivian recovered first. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here.”

Claire laughed nervously. “As what, cleaning supervisor?”

The restaurant fell silent.

Mr. Han stepped beside me.

“Ms. Arden is the principal owner of Lotus Bay Resort,” he said. “And chair of Arden Hospitality Group.”

Vivian’s face hardened.

Daniel stood quickly. “Maya, let’s talk privately.”

“No,” I said. “You had your chance at the gate.”

His mouth opened. No words came out.Sofas & Armchairs