Laptop → floor.
CRACK.
Glass shatters. Sparks. Screen → dead.
Silence.
I smile. Press ‘Call’.
“911? Home invasion. Property destruction.”
Karen → hysterical laughter.
“I am property management! Cops will arrest YOU!”
Jake → nodding. Smug.
Operator → dispatching PD.
Call ends.
I open phone files. Load PDF.
Me: “You manage property for Apex LLC.”
Karen: “Yes! Owner trusts me!”
Me: “I am Apex LLC.”
Phone screen → Articles of Incorporation.
Name listed → Mine.
Secret → Bought building six months ago. Kept old management structure temporarily.
Karen’s face → white.
Smugness → gone.
I open security app.
Living room cams → HD. Audio → clear.
Recording → door kick, clothes ripped, laptop smashed.
Karen → trembling.
“Joke. Fake docs.”
Me: “Real. You broke into your boss’s house.”
Jake → panicking.
Steps forward. Hands up.
“Babe, wait. Mom’s stressed. We fix laptop. Cancel cops.”
Me: “Step back.”
Sirens → outside.
Red/blue lights → window.
Heavy boots → stairs.
Cops enter. Guns drawn.
Karen → weeping instantly.
“She broke my son’s heart! Squatter! Arrest her!”
Officer looks at me.
I show ID. Show LLC docs. Show cam footage.
Evidence → undeniable.
Officer → handcuffs Karen.
Charges → Felony B&E, destruction of property, trespassing.
Karen screaming. Dragged out.
Jake crying.
“I live here! Tenant rights!”
Me: “Not on lease. Accessory to B&E.”
Officer → cuffs Jake.
Next morning.
Email to property management firm → Karen fired.
Civil suit filed → laptop cost, door repair.
Jake → begging via text from jail. Ignored. Blocked.
Weeks later.
Court date.
Karen → guilty plea. Probation. Fined heavily.
Jake → unemployed. Sleeping on friends’ couches.
My apartment → silent. Peaceful.
New solid wood door → installed.
New laptop → upgraded.
Toxic ex + meddling mother → erased.
Life → perfect.
