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01 || Karma's a B*tch

He wasn't going to get it because he thought that he was above serving me.

It takes about twenty seconds of my stare for the inept Shrek to begrudgingly grabs my glass from my hand and turns to walk towards the bar at the end of the jet.

Only then do I direct my attention back to my hysterical little friend. "No," Thomas Webler was not only an heir, but a distant kin to the royal family. He was as dumb as a rock, yet managed to get into Oxford and spent his time between classes flying women out to snort overpriced coke off their tits.

Yet his record was as clean as a whistle and had I not been able to sniff out a coke head in my sleep, he'd been able to keep his little issue under wraps.

Information was the highest form of power in my books, and while I didn't have a conventionally powerful family - one that obtained status the clean way, that was,  I had the upper hand amongst all my elite classmates.

Dirt.

"Upholding his family's image." I fold open the laptop on my lap. "As long as daddy's happy, he can do whatever-or whomever he wants in secret." I'm a firm believer in karma, she was my favorite type of bitch.

But letting things happen naturally was no fun. But dishing out my own karma as I saw fit? That was the only viable option.

My mouse clicks into my encrypted folder and I hover over the folder with his name on it. "It'd be a shame if word of this affair got out to daddy dearest."

It'd completely ruin him.

Hana Lim - daughter of Tae Lim, head of South Korean parliament was the only bridge Thomas' father had in maintaining his power. No one got on Tae Lim's good side, but when you did gain his support, the extent of power one had was limitless. 

News like this would not only break his ties with the man who currently held the highest status in South Korean society, but it'd bury him alive.

Especially when the only reason Tae Lim put up with Thomas' family was because his daughter was head over heels for his son. 

Word of this breakup and his endeavors would be catastrophic but more importantly, so entertaining to watch unfold.

"No..." The gasp in her voice tells me she knows where my head is at. "That'd be too cruel.... Lina, I can't. I won't."

Luckily for her, I could and I would.

If there was one thing Ademaro's upheld, it was the notion of an eye for an eye.

We didn't just let things go. We didn't take the high road.

When you're wronged, you retaliate. When things don't work, you manipulate them into working. And when you're double crossed, you bury them so far into the ground, they can do nothing but stare at the dirt swallowing them up with the look in their eyes similar to that of a terrified puppy crying out for help.

It was therapeutic really.

"I totally understand." I reason, clicking through the array of photos I have stored for safe keeping. "Let's just take the high road."

Thomas in Bora Bora snorting a line off the prime ministers wife. Thomas at a strip club, with the dean of our university. And most importantly, a video of Thomas in said club, ranting about how important of a man he was in comparison to all the lazy common folks. And that was only the surface of his spiel that would soon send him into his downfall.