Make Me the Scapegoat, I'll Make You Pay
Marshall Locke, the assistant working for my wife, Amelia Stone, leaves out three zeroes on a contract. It leads to ten million dollars in losses for the company.
The factory that has collaborated with us on the project goes bankrupt, and its owner jumps off a building as a result of the situation.
All Marshall does is shed a few tears, and Amelia immediately pins all the blame on me. She claims I single-handedly managed the entire project.
I get sued in court, which leaves me ten million dollars in debt.
When the deceased's family posts about me online, the entire internet curses me out, saying that I should die too.
My entire industry blacklists me. The career I've painstakingly built up for myself is destroyed just like that.
But when I confront Amelia about this, she simply looks at her freshly manicured nails and says airily, "Marshall is young and inexperienced. You've been in the business for so many years now. It's not like this has caused any damage to you."
Recalling the way she and Marshall had been wrapped up in a passionate kiss before I came in, I pull out the divorce agreement I prepared in advance and toss it at her.
"Sign it."