Smash. Router shattered.
Audio → dead. Festival → silent.
Evie smug. Laughs. “Told you.”
Twist. I am not mere tenant. I own land. I am festival CEO.
Evie’s groom (Mark) → my junior accountant.
Mark sprints in. Pale. Sees broken config. Sees me.
Evie gloats. “Mark, I evicted the squatter!”
Mark trembles. “Evie… he owns everything.”
Evie shock. Denial. Backpedals. “Misunderstanding!”
I pull up property DB/auth. Show deeds. Show $50k router invoice.
Fallout. Mark furious. Evie → liability.
Mark cancels wedding. Abandons Evie.
Evie drops. Mud soaks dress. Begs.
Consequences. Police arrive. Arrest Evie. Felony property destruction.
Mark fired (gross negligence impl).
Evie faces $50k restitution. Mugshot goes viral. Total humiliation.
Resolution. Backup router online. Festival resumes.
I drink coffee. Quiet cabin. Toxic bride → gone. Peace.
