“The lease terminates.”
Kayla snatched the notice.
“This is insane.”
“No,” I said. “It’s paperwork.”
She tore it in half.
My attorney calmly opened his briefcase.
“That was a copy.”
For the first time, Kayla’s confidence faltered.
But arrogance rarely disappears immediately.
Rather than comply, she became more defiant.
She moved additional inventory into the basement.
Then posted online, claiming her “jealous rich sister” was trying to ruin a woman-owned business.
Unfortunately, one video clearly displayed the basement storage shelves.
And the exposed extension wiring.
City officials saw it.
The fire marshal noticed.
And one supplier spotted something else.
Products bearing counterfeit labels.
Three weeks later, Kayla’s payment processor froze her account.
That was when she called again, sobbing.
“Please, Emma. Tell them it was a mistake.”
I glanced at the compliance notice on my desk.
“I didn’t report the counterfeit goods.”
“Then who did?”
