"It's filthy," I said, casting a look of pure disdain at Tiffany. "But it's fine. With a thorough scrubbing, I can still hang onto it."Tiffany was slumped on the floor, her makeup a smeared mess of tears. "Joanna… no, Ms. Simpson, I was wrong," she choked out.She scrambled toward me, trying to grab my legs."I'll give the house and the necklace back," she begged. "Please, just let me keep the condo. That's all I have left. I'll die without it."I took a step back, dodging her reach as if avoiding a pile of rotting trash."When you were snatching my bracelet earlier, did you stop to think that was all I had?"I leaned in closer. "And when you asked for five thousand dollars for renovations, did you ever consider that money was earned through my blood, sweat, and endless overtime?"I looked down at her coldly. "Everyone eventually has to pay the price for their own greed. Consider the house your tuition for this little life lesson, though clearly, it's a price you can't afford."
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