THE TOWERS FAMILY SAGA
       Episode 107
Virginia watched the monitor,
her eyes tracing the lines
of data. "It is all here,"
she said, her voice steady.
"Every single bribe you
paid, Thorne. I see it."
Thorne stood by the desk,
his face turning a sickly
shade of gray. He reached
for his tie, his fingers
shaking as he loosened the
knot. "You think you found
something? You found nothing."
Virginia stood up, tapping
a key on the keyboard.
"I found the backdoor,
Thorne. I saw the truth."
"I saw the shell companies."
"I saw the stolen funds."
"I saw everything you did
to keep this family small."
Thorne sneered, but his
eyes betrayed his panic.
"You are a fool, Virginia.
You think this helps us?"
"You think this saves the
shop? You are destroying it."
Virginia stepped toward him,
her shadow falling across
the desk. "It is already
destroyed. You did that."
"I am just cleaning up."
"I am just making sure."
"That no one else suffers."
"That no one else pays."
"For your greed any longer."
Thorne backed away, his
heel catching on the edge
of the heavy area rug.
"You are a Towers girl,
you hear me? You belong
to this business, not to
some grand moral crusade."
"I belong to myself," she
said, her tone biting.
"And I belong to this home."
"The home you tried to steal."
"The home you tried to gut."
"It is over, Thorne."
"It is over right now."
Thorne looked at the phone,
thinking of a last escape.
Virginia saw his eyes move.
"Do not think of it," she
warned, her hand resting
on the open ledger file.
"The police are on their
way. I called them ten
minutes ago, before you
even walked into this room."
Thorne went pale. "You
would not dare do that."
"I would," she said.
"I have done it already."
"And there is no going back."
"There is no way to hide."
"The numbers are all public."
"The evidence is all real."
"You are a thief, Thorne."
"And a thief belongs in
a cell, not this chair."
Thorne grabbed his coat,
his pride finally shattered.
He stumbled toward the door.
"This is not the end."
"You will regret this."
"You will see," he hissed.
Virginia did not blink.
She did not even flinch.
She watched him walk out.
She watched the door close.
She heard his footsteps
fade into the night air.
It was finished at last.
The house felt quiet now.
She leaned against the desk.
She took a deep breath.
She looked at her hands.
They were steady and clean.
She was the Towers legacy.
She was home to stay now.

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