“Mrs.
Peterson is under investigation for fraud and money laundering,” Agent Roberts explained, his voice clipped and professional. “We have reason to believe she may have involved your business in her illegal activities.”
I turned to Carl, whose expression confirmed my suspicions. He’d known something was off with his sister’s finances.
“I’ll be happy to cooperate fully with your investigation,” I said calmly.
“In fact, as the majority shareholder of our company, I insist on it.”
Carl’s face contorted with shock and anger. Before he could respond, I added with a smirk, “Oh, honey, it looks like you’ll be needing that mop now more than me.” I pointed to his suitcases on the porch. “And don’t forget your things on your way out.”
“I’ll be speaking with my lawyer,” I called after him as he stumbled towards his car, the FBI agents following close behind.
“I’m sure we’ll have plenty to discuss.”
Later that evening, I invited Linda over. As she walked into the house, her eyes widened in surprise.
“Mary, I thought you’d be staying with me,” she said, pulling me into a warm hug.
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride wash over me. “Turns out, I don’t need to go anywhere.
The house is mine.”
Linda’s eyebrows shot up. “Well, well, well. Looks like Carl’s in for a rude awakening.”
As we settled into the living room with a glass of wine, a fog cleared from my mind.
For the first time in years, I could breathe freely in my own home.
“You know,” Linda said thoughtfully, “I always thought karma was just a nice idea. But after everything that happened…”
I laughed softly. “I know what you mean.
It’s like the universe decided to balance the scales all at once.”
Linda grinned, raising her glass. “Well, remind me never to get on your bad side. You’ve got some powerful karma working for you, girl!”
As I got ready for bed that night, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror.
The woman staring back at me looked stronger, more alive than she had in years.
“You know what the best part is?” I said to my reflection, a small smile spreading across my face. “I didn’t have to lift a finger. Karma took care of everything!”
The mop that started it all stood in the corner of the room, a silent sentinel of how quickly life can change.
But for me, it had become a reminder that the most ordinary objects can sometimes hold the most extraordinary meaning.
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