Chapter 8 - The Price of Disrespect
Rupert slowly placed his coffee cup down on the saucer, his tall frame towering over his kneeling mother and weeping sister as he stood up from the booth.
"You left my twelve-year-old son and nine-year-old daughter to freeze in a truck while you put a dog in a heated stroller," Rupert said, his voice dropping into a deep, lethal register that made every person in the diner hold their breath. "You insulted my late wife's memory and treated my family like trash because you thought you were above us."
"I was wrong! I was so wrong, Rupert!" Brooke cried out, wrapping her wet arms around her shivering shoulders. "I'll do whatever you want! Please just turn the emergency valves off and save what's left of the house!"
Rupert pulled a sleek digital tablet from his leather work bag, opening a formal commercial contract screen.
"I will dispatch my industrial hazard team to drain the mansion and seal the master breach," Rupert declared coldly. "But under three non-negotiable conditions."
Brooke nodded frantically, her tears dropping onto the diner floor. "Anything! I'll sign anything!"
"First," Rupert stated, pointing a finger at his sister, "you will pay full emergency commercial rates for the hazard extraction—fifty thousand dollars, payable immediately to my company account."
Brooke didn't hesitate for a second. She reached into her wet designer bag with shaking hands, pulling out her corporate credit card and authorizing the digital transfer on Rupert's tablet.
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"Second," Rupert continued, turning his dark gaze onto his mother, "you will look Owen and Lucy in the eye right now and apologize for every word you said to them tonight."
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