Chapter 3
“You bitch! Get your ass out here!”
Bright and early in the morning, there was screaming and wailing coming from the company lobby.
I was in my office drinking coffee when a colleague told me Gina’s mom had come looking for trouble. I nearly spit out my coffee.
This plot development is so melodramatic.
“Rita Collins, you shameless homewrecker! Seducing my son-in-law and destroying my daughter’s marriage – do you have any fucking shame left!”
Gina’s mother had serious lung power, standing at the reception desk acting on a whole dramatic show.
My colleague Kevin rushed over: “Rita, Gina Reed’s mom is downstairs causing a scene, saying you seduced her son-in-law…”
I leisurely set down my coffee cup: “Oh, well then I better go see this.”
When I got to the lobby, Gina’s mom was wiping away tears while trashing me to anyone who’d listen.
“Everyone listen up! This woman was so jealous that my daughter married into a rich family, so she had to stick her nose in and wreck my daughter’s perfect family!”
I leaned against the reception counter, grinning as I watched this comedy show.
The receptionist looked relieved when she saw me: “Mrs. Reed, Manager Collins is here.”
Gina’s mom whipped around, getting even more pissed when she saw how relaxed I looked: “Well look who finally dares to show her face!”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Should I hide like some people do after they get caught doing nasty shit?”
Gina’s mom’s face turned bright red.
“Stop twisting the facts! My daughter and son-in-law were perfectly happy until you destroyed their family.”
I cut straight to the point: “Which son-in-law are we talking about here? The older one or the younger one?”
She looked confused: “What older and younger?”
I had a lightbulb moment: “Oh! You don’t know? Let me tell you then.”
“Your daughter Gina Reed is married to Oliver Harrison – that’s your older son-in-law.”
“But she’s also screwing Milo Harrison – that’s your younger son-in-law.”
“So I’m genuinely curious – which son-in-law are you referring to?”
All my colleagues gasped.
Gina’s mom’s expression shifted: “That’s… that’s complete bullshit!”
I pulled out my phone.
“Want to see the video? I recorded your daughter getting pounding by the younger son-in-law.”
She panicked: “You… don’t you dare!”
I continued: “If you really cared about your daughter, you’d go home and tell her to stop stirring up shit.”
“The divorce papers are already filed. What’s the point of coming here to make a scene?”
She got frantic: “My daughter can’t get divorced!”
I laughed: “What is it – can’t bear to give up the older son-in-law’s money, or think the younger one’s not good enough?”
Gina’s mom was so mad she stomped her feet, but she knew she wouldn’t get anywhere here and stormed off.
My colleagues all looked at me with admiration.
Kevin came over: “Rita, that was fucking awesome!”
I smiled: “Awesome? That’s just the warm-up act.”
Back in my office, I texted Oliver:
[Your former mother-in-law just caused a scene at my company.]
Oliver replied quickly: [Need me to handle it?]
Me: [Nah, I took care of it.[
Oliver: [Thanks.]
Looking at my phone screen, I couldn’t help thinking life was full of surprises.
