“Camilla, please… we are family. Do not do this to me.”
“When you referred to me as nothing more than a simple servant in front of thirty-eight people today, were we family then?”
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
“When Lucas was stealing funds from my company account to finance his mistress, were we family then?”
Silence.
“When you brought legal papers to force me out of my own business, were we family?”
Beatrice’s friends began physically stepping away from her, washing their hands of the situation.
“I only came today because Beatrice assured us everything was taken care of!” one woman declared loudly.
“Me too!” another chimed in. “I am certainly not getting dragged into legal trouble because of her family’s lies!”
Beatrice began to cry real tears of panic.
“My son deceived me, too!”
“You can explain your side of the story to the proper authorities,” I replied firmly. “But the outstanding debt for this meal remains unpaid.”