“About the company,” I called out over his shouting. “The accounting software? I built it. Which means I have the administrator rights. Half an hour ago, I locked your servers, exported the real financial records, and sent a copy to the IRS. I hope you kept your receipts, Dominic.”

He stopped struggling. The reality of his absolute ruin finally crashed down on him, leaving him limp as the officers carried him out into the flashing lights of the driveway.

Chloe placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Ready to go to the hospital?”

I looked around the kitchen. The ruined steak, the shattered glass, the lingering smell of smoke. For eighteen months, this room had been my prison. Tonight, it was the graveyard of the man who thought he owned me.

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