Summary
Five slaps. I remembered every one.
Every time Francesca hit me, Marco laughed.
His bodyguards pinned me in place. I couldn’t even dodge.
When it was over, Marco handed her a bottle of water. “Feel better?”
I stood there, motionless. My face hurt, but my mind had never been clearer.
That night, I didn’t go home. I made three phone calls.
The next day, he showed up at my door with a bouquet of roses.
The board members were pounding on the table, shouting at him.
“Your wife revoked the patent license. The production lines are all down, and the company is about to collapse!”
Those five slaps were going to cost him everything.