"You hurt my daughter without saying, now you want to hurt my nephew, because of you, our Johnson family is now in a precarious state. You tell me what to do!" Simon Johnson's voice thundered through my living room.
I stared back at him, feeling nothing but cold contempt. His family had caused me nothing but grief, yet here they stood in my home, demanding restitution for wounds they'd inflicted on themselves.
"What you should do," I said, my voice steady, "is leave my house before I have you removed for trespassing."
Christian Johnson stepped forward, his face mottled with rage. "You think we came here to be dismissed? No, Knight. You destroyed my son's career. You owe us."
"I owe you nothing," I replied. "Your son abused his power. He threatened me and my business. He got exactly what he deserved."
