“I’m starving… Dad was eating lobster… I drank plain water in the car…” my eight-year-old whispered. I drove straight to the upscale French restaurant. My husband was feeding his mistress and sneered, “This place isn’t for country women like you.” He didn’t know he was standing on my property, under my roof, using my electricity. I made one call. “Cut the power. Reclaim the lease.” Sixty seconds later, the restaurant went dark.

“Yes,” Mark sneered. ” The money I give you to pretend to be a housewife. Now get out before I have security throw you out.”

Elena pulled out her phone.

“I’m giving you one minute, Mark,” she said, checking the time. “Pack your knives.”

“Or what?” Mark laughed, loud enough for the whole room to hear. “You’ll tell on me? You’ll cry to your mommy? I own this town, Elena. I am The Golden Spoon.”

Elena pressed the dial button on her phone. She held it up to her ear, staring directly into Mark’s eyes.

“Mr. Henderson?” she said clearly. “It’s the owner.”

Mark frowned, confused. “Henderson works for the landlord…”

“Execute Clause 9 immediately,” Elena said into the phone. “Violation of moral conduct. Violation of safety codes. And default on payment.”

“What are you talking about?” Mark demanded.

“Cut the power,” Elena commanded. “Reclaim the property. Now.”

Part 4: Darkness Falls

Mark opened his mouth to laugh again, to tell her she was crazy, that she didn’t have the authority to order a pizza, let alone shut down a business.

Click.