Chapter 67 Part 1
Author: Ali
last update2026-09-20 00:33:16
The Seine River Restaurant sat on the fourteenth floor of a glass tower in Midtown Manhattan, its floor to ceiling windows offering a view of the city skyline that most people only saw in movies.

Ethan arrived five minutes early. The hostess led him to a private corner table draped in white linen with a single candle flickering between two crystal glasses.

He ordered water and waited.

Rachel Kane walked in at exactly seven thirty. Not a minute early, not a minute late. She wore a champagne color
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  • Chapter 72 Part 3

    She read the first paragraph. Then the second. Then the third. Each sentence hit her like a brick thrown at close range. The article detailed everything. Margaret's week long spree of produce destruction. The biting. The peeling. The bean snapping. Derek's theatrical interview. Mr. Harris's counter presentation with CCTV footage. The crowd turning. The beatdown. The police hauling the entire crew to the precinct.Her name wasn't in the article. But her mother's name was. And her brother's. And the name of every thug who had been arrested.Claire crumpled the newspaper in both fists, the pages crunching like bones.She walked to the back of the bar where Derek sat slumped in a booth, an IV drip taped to his left arm, a bag of melted ice resting against his jaw. His face looked like a watercolor painting left in the rain. Purple, yellow, and red blended together across his cheeks, his forehead, and the bridge of his nose, which sat at an angle it had never sat before.Margaret sat acros

  • Chapter 72 Part 2

    Derek was pulled to his feet by two officers. His leather jacket was torn at the shoulder. His nose was swollen sideways. One of his eyes was nearly shut.They loaded him into the back of the cruiser first. Margaret was placed beside him. The door closed with a heavy thud.The cruiser pulled away from the plaza, lights still spinning but sirens off. Inside, the backseat smelled like sweat and copper.Derek sat with his head tilted back against the seat, one hand holding a blood soaked tissue to his nose. Every breath came out in a wet, rattling wheeze.He didn't look at his mother for a long time."This is your fault," he finally said, his voice thick and nasal from the swelling.Margaret turned to him, her mascara streaked down both cheeks, her eyes still red and wild."My fault?" she said, her voice trembling. "I didn't ask you to bring those men. I didn't ask you to make a scene.""You came home screaming and crying about being assaulted," Derek said, each word pushing through the

  • Chapter 72 Part 1

    Margaret's hands shook so badly she could barely hold her phone. She jabbed at the screen three times before her fingers found the right numbers."911, what's your emergency?" the operator said."They're killing my son!" Margaret screamed into the phone, her voice so high and raw it barely sounded human. "There's a riot at the supermarket on Fifth and Maple! People are beating him! He's bleeding! Please send someone now!""Ma'am, can you confirm the exact address?""I don't know the exact address!" Margaret shrieked. "It's the big supermarket! The one with my face on the posters! Please just come!"She dropped the phone to her side and pushed forward into the crowd, clawing at shoulders and backs, trying to reach Derek, who was still curled on the pavement in a tight ball with his arms wrapped around his head.The sirens came fast. Two cruisers, then a third, red and blue lights slicing through the evening air like knives.The moment the sound reached the plaza, the crowd began to shi

  • Chapter 71 Part 3

    "Look at them," she said, her voice sharp and clear. "A bunch of hired goons protecting a woman who puts chewed food back on shelves. What kind of garbage human being does that?"The energy in the crowd tipped. Like a glass balanced on an edge, it fell.The heavyset man shoved forward and grabbed the front of Derek's leather jacket."You brought these losers here to defend that?" he growled, spit flying from his lips. "My wife was in bed for two days because of your mother!""Get your hands off me!" Derek screamed, trying to twist free.A fist connected with the side of Derek's face from somewhere in the crowd. His sunglasses flew off and skittered across the pavement. He stumbled sideways, his arms wheeling.Then the dam broke.The crowd surged forward. Sentinel operatives moved first, controlled and precise, throwing targeted strikes at Derek's thugs that looked like spontaneous acts of civilian rage. The real civilians followed a half second later, fueled by genuine fury, swinging

  • Chapter 71 Part 2

    "The posters at our entrance were placed as a warning to staff, not as harassment. They exist solely to help our team identify a repeat offender and protect our customers from further contamination."Derek's face was changing. The grieving son mask was cracking. His eyes darted to the cameras, then back to Harris, then to the crowd."That footage is edited," he said quickly, his voice losing its rehearsed smoothness. "You doctored it. You're trying to cover up what your thugs did to a helpless old woman.""The footage is available to any law enforcement agency or news outlet that requests it," Mr. Harris said calmly. "Every second is timestamped and backed up on our security server. I welcome any independent verification."The reporter who had been interviewing Derek slowly turned her microphone toward Mr. Harris."Mr. Harris, are you saying the woman in question was banned for repeated health code violations?" she asked."I'm saying she was banned for repeatedly contaminating food pr

  • Chapter 71 Part 1

    Derek was in his element. The cameras were rolling, the crowd was growing, and every eye in the plaza was locked on him like he was the lead in a movie only he could see."My mother is sixty five years old," he said into the microphone, his voice thick with rehearsed emotion. "She walks with swollen ankles. She takes blood pressure medication every morning. And this store, this heartless, soulless corporation, sent three men twice her size to drag her across the floor like she was nothing."He paused, pressing his fist against his mouth like the words were too painful to say."They threw her shoe in a garbage bag," he whispered, leaning into the mic. "A garbage bag. Like she was trash. Like her dignity meant nothing to them."The reporter nodded, scribbling on her notepad."And the posters?" she asked. "Can you tell us about the posters featuring your mother's face?""Stolen," Derek said instantly, his jaw tightening. "They took a private photograph of my mother, a personal portrait fr

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