"Think about what you've done. You got jealous over nothing and cost an innocent girl her job. Now you're trying to assault her. When did you become so unreasonable?"
"Here's what's going to happen. You apologize to Cindy, then arrange a position for her at the company. We put this whole thing behind us."
A laugh tore out of me, sharp and bitter. "She barely finished middle school. You think she's qualified to work at my company?"
"It's fine, Mr. Sanchez." Cindy latched onto Brendan's arm, her voice soft and pitiful. "I don't want you getting in trouble because of me. It's just that I can't make rent anymore, and my landlord kicked me out..."
"Cindy, don't worry about a thing." Brendan pressed her firmly onto the couch. "This is your home now. Stay as long as you want."
"But..." Cindy trailed off, though her eyes kept drifting toward me, as if to say, What about her?
"She owns plenty of properties. She won't miss this one."
Brendan glanced at me, his tone hardening. "Debbie, this is settled. Don't make a scene."
"Sure."
I let out a cold laugh and pulled out the documents I'd prepared long ago. "Sign this, and I promise I won't bother the two of you ever again."