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Olivia had the door open before her driver could climb out of the limo and do it for her. The sharp snapping of her heels on the concrete floor of the parking garage represented her frustration. Catching up to her at the elevator, the driver punched the button, then stepped back. When the doors opened, Olivia moved inside first, her driver following. The purchases in the bags she and her driver carried only slightly mollified her anger at being cut off financially.
Years, she thought. It had taken years to not only plan her revenge, but to wait for all the pieces to be in place. Siphoning his business funds had been only part of her plan. Oh, she had enough of her own wealth to last several lifetimes, as well she should since it had taken a few lifetimes to accumulate. She thought he
