—You called me “invalid.” You said I was “in the way.” You tried to throw me out of my own house in front of a hundred people. That, my dear, is outright discrimination against the owner .
“It was a joke!” Vanessa cried desperately, watching her friends start to walk away from her. “We were just playing! Elena, please don’t be like that!”
“Playing?” I asked. “When you pushed me toward the exit, was that a game? No, Vanessa. That was your true colors. And those colors are going to cost you dearly.”
I took out my phone and dialed the head of security at the residential complex, who was waiting for my signal outside.
—Ramírez, proceed. The event is canceled. Immediate evacuation.
In less than a minute, ten uniformed security guards entered the room. They weren’t the private guards Vanessa had hired; they were the security personnel of the luxury condominium , men who answered only to the owner of the property.
“Gentlemen, please leave,” the head of security said in a grave voice. “The party is over. You have five minutes to clear the area or we’ll call the police for trespassing.”
The Financial Twist: The Fine That Ruined the Night
The guests rushed out. No one said goodbye to Vanessa. The “friends” who had been laughing with me earlier now walked past me, quietly apologizing, terrified that I would ban them from future social events.
Vanessa stood alone in the middle of the empty dance floor, crying, with her mascara running.
“Elena… my dad’s going to kill me,” she sobbed. “He paid $20,000 for tonight. If you kick us out, he’s going to lose the money.”
“Oh, don’t worry about those 20,000 dollars,” I told him. “That’s the least of it.”
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—The contract also stipulates a punitive penalty for breach of conduct rules. That’s an additional $50,000 for damages to the property’s reputation. And since the contract is in your father’s name, the bill will arrive first thing tomorrow morning.
Vanessa fell to her knees. Literally. The girl who had been looking down at me was now at wheelie level, pleading.
