At thirty-two, my life was characterized by its bland predictability. My name is Kemet Jones. Soft, inconspicuous hues would be used if you were painting a depiction of my life in the Atlanta suburbs. I was the mother of three-year-old Jabari, a boy with the sun in his grin, and the wife of Zolani Jones, the director of a construction company that was always \u201con the verge of greatness.\u201d I was invisible to everyone else.<\/p>\n
Five years ago, I had given up a career to focus on the home. I cooked dinners that stretched into leftovers, kept our small house immaculate, and oversaw the household budget down to the last penny. Zolani took care of the \u201cbig picture.\u201d He departed before I-85 traffic became congested and returned home well after the lamps began to buzz.<\/p>\n
I felt sorry for him. I really did. I felt as though he had the entire world on his shoulders. I swallowed the hurt when he yelled at me or ignored me for days. A good wife is a soft landing spot, I reminded myself. I reminded myself that the price of love was sacrifice.<\/p>\n
Zolani asked that every extra dollar be put back into the firm, thus our savings account was a ghost town. I had faith in him. Why wouldn\u2019t I? My first love was him.<\/p>\n
The universe chose to turn things around on a Tuesday.<\/p>\n
Dust motes danced in the air as the Georgia light peeked through the blinds. Jabari was watching cartoons in the living room as I cleaned the kitchen surfaces. A piece of thermal paper was attached to the refrigerator using a peach-shaped magnet.<\/p>\n
The day prior, I had purchased it from a Kroger supermarket. I had fled into the liquor store next door to wait out a sudden thunderstorm that had trapped me. I was asked if I wanted to try my luck by the cashier, a woman with tired hands and gentle eyes. On a whim, I purchased a Quick Pick for the Mega Millions.<\/p>\n
I opened the Georgia Lottery app on my phone and cleared the notice while holding a rag in one hand.<\/p>\n
Black and white contrasted sharply with the numerals on the screen.<\/p>\n
5, 12, 23, 34, 45, Mega Ball 5.<\/p>\n
I examined the ticket. I glanced at the phone. I took another look at the ticket.<\/p>\n
The room\u2019s atmosphere vanished. My eyes narrowed. I wasn\u2019t examining arbitrary figures. I was thinking about our anniversary, Zolani\u2019s birthday, and mine. The timeline of my existence has been spat out by the machine.<\/p>\n
I was able to match all five digits. The Mega Ball and I matched.<\/p>\n
$50 million.<\/p>\n
My knees struck the floor\u2019s linoleum. It was a collapse rather than a graceful faint. Like a fish on a pier, I sat there, unable to breathe. Suddenly, the house was utterly silent.<\/p>\n
50 million.<\/p>\n
A wave of joy replaced the shock. I broke out in terrible, heaving sobs. We had our freedom. No further debt. Zolani will no longer work 14-hour days. No more cutting corners when buying groceries. I could purchase a home in Buckhead. Jabari could attend the top educational institutions. At last, Zolani was able to breathe.<\/p>\n
I used the back of my hand to wipe my face. I had to let him know. I had to watch the tension disappear from his face.<\/p>\n
I cried out, my voice breaking, \u201cJabari, baby.\u201d\u201dGo get your shoes. We\u2019re off to see Daddy.<\/p>\n
The Glass House\u2019s Breakage<\/p>\n
My hands were shaking too much to drive, so I phoned a rideshare. It seemed like it took three days to get to Midtown. With the ticket burning a hole in the leather, I held my handbag close to my chest.<\/p>\n
I walked right by the front desk when we got to Zolani\u2019s office building. Sarah, the lovely receptionist, waved.<\/p>\n
\u201cKemet, he\u2019s in his office, but I believe he\u2019s\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I interrupted, grinning, \u201cI\u2019m just going to surprise him.\u201d\u201dThis is good news. news that will change your life.<\/p>\n
Jabari perched on my hip as I strolled down the corridor. The only sound in the workplace was the buzz of the air conditioner. When I arrived at Zolani\u2019s door, it was slightly ajar.<\/p>\n
I lifted my hand to make a knock.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, hurry up, sweetie. Did you truly mean that?\u201d<\/p>\n
I was stopped cold by the voice. It wasn\u2019t a customer. It was the deep, playful voice of a lady. It was immediately recognizable to me. Zahara. The woman who had eaten my roast chicken, sat at my dinner table, and complemented my house was Zolani\u2019s \u201csister\u2019s friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
Then I heard Zolani. He didn\u2019t sound like the worn-out, anxious grumble I heard at home. It went smoothly. predatory.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy dear, why are you in such a hurry? I\u2019ll use that country bumpkin I have at home to make things right. I\u2019m going to file for divorce as soon as that\u2019s resolved.<\/p>\n
The world broke apart, not just stopped.<\/p>\n
Bumpkin from the country.<\/p>\n
I took a step back and pressed myself against the wall, disappearing from view. When Jabari began to make a sound, I shushed him with a shaking palm and softly buried his face against my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd your strategy?Zahara enquired.Do you believe it will succeed? I\u2019ve heard that your spouse has some money saved.<\/p>\n
Zolani chuckled. The sound was slimy and harsh.<\/p>\n
She has no idea what life is all about. She is confined to her house. Everything I tell her, she believes. I\u2019ve previously looked at those savings. She informed me that she used it all to get Jabari a life insurance policy. Excellent. She blocked her own path to escape.<\/p>\n
Then the noises started. The rustle of clothes. The moist kiss smack. The low groans of two individuals who believed they were global kings.<\/p>\n
I watched as my spouse destroyed my life while I had the winning lottery ticket in a twenty-dollar pocketbook.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t barging in. I refrained from screaming. The shock was displaced by a peculiar, cold calm. It was the composure of a soldier who knows an ambush has already begun.<\/p>\n
I paid attention. I had to hear the rest.<\/p>\n
\u201cZo, and that scheme regarding the company\u2019s fictitious $50,000 debt?Breathlessly, Zahara inquired.Is it safe, in your opinion?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d Zolani reassured her.\u201dYou can trust the accounting manager. Everything is ready, including the fictitious ledgers, loss reports, and enormous debt. I will claim in court that the business is about to file for bankruptcy. Kemet has no understanding of money. She will become frightened. In order to avoid the debt, she will sign the divorce papers. She won\u2019t take anything with her.<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
What about the boy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Zolani dismissed our son like a piece of outdated furniture, saying, \u201cHe stays with his mother for now.\u201d\u201dI\u2019ll take him later if I want him.\u201d once we\u2019ve established ourselves.<\/p>\n
The kill shot was that.<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t simply abandoning me. I was being set up by him. He intended to leave me penniless, burden me with fictitious debt, and treat our son as a future possibility.<\/p>\n
I glanced down at Jabari. His eyes were big and perplexed as he stared at me.<\/p>\n
I pivoted. With my footsteps soundless on the carpet, I strolled back down the hall.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeaving so quickly?At the front desk, Sarah inquired.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cI forgot my wallet.\u201d I sounded as though I were speaking from a tin can.\u201dDon\u2019t let him know I was present. Later, I want to surprise him.<\/p>\n
I stepped outside into the muggy air of Atlanta. It was insulting that the sun was still beaming.<\/p>\n
I was carrying fifty million bucks. I also had to win a war.<\/p>\n
The Silence Strategy<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t break down when I arrived home. I put Jabari to sleep. After that, I entered the bathroom, switched on the shower, and sat on the closed toilet lid. For precisely ten minutes, I allowed myself to cry. I looked at my phone\u2019s time.<\/p>\n
I used cold water to wash my face after the allotted 10 minutes had passed.<\/p>\n
The trusting wife, the \u201ccountry bumpkin,\u201d and the Kemet who entered that washroom perished there. The woman who left was a completely different person.<\/p>\n
Did Zolani wish to use fictitious ledgers to play games? Alright. My purse contained a nuclear weapon.<\/p>\n
However, I was still unable to claim the money. A unexpected increase in wealth during a marriage is considered marital property under Georgia law, even if I claimed it through a trust. He would get half if I claimed it now. Even worse, he would battle me for Jabari with that money.<\/p>\n
I required a stand-in.<\/p>\n
I prepared a bag. I was sitting on the couch, looking pale, when Zolani arrived home that evening, smelling of costly cologne and deceit.<\/p>\n
I told him, \u201cI\u2019m sick.\u201d\u201dI believe it\u2019s the flu. I need assistance, and I don\u2019t want Jabari to obtain it. For a few days, I\u2019m taking him to my mother\u2019s house in Florida.<\/p>\n
Zolani showed no signs of worry at all. He appeared relieved.<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cGo.\u201dIn any case, I have a lot of late nights ahead of me. A peaceful home is preferable.<\/p>\n
Like he was giving a waitress a tip, he took two hundred dollars out of his wallet and gave it to me.\u201dFor gas.\u201d<\/p>\n
I accepted it. In order to hide the hate that was burning there, I lowered my gaze.<\/p>\n
I drove south the following morning.<\/p>\n
Safia, my mother, resided in a modest Jacksonville home. She was a woman of prayer and iron. She didn\u2019t scream when I told her everything, including the lottery ticket, the affair, and the scheme to bankrupt me. She became motionless.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were dubbed a bumpkin by him?Silently, she inquired.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mama.\u201d<\/p>\n
And he intends to give my grandchild nothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She extended her hand.\u201dPlease hand me the ticket.\u201d<\/p>\n
We saw a trust-focused attorney that my mother knew from church. We established a blind trust. The ticket was claimed by my mother. The funds were deposited into an account that was just in her name, totaling thirty-six million after the government took its cut.<\/p>\n
Safia Williams was the legal owner of that money.<\/p>\n
Safia Williams was prepared to fight for her kid.<\/p>\n
The Operation\u2019s Mole<\/p>\n
Three days later, I was back in Atlanta. I didn\u2019t come back triumphant. I came back as a victim.<\/p>\n
I gave up applying makeup. I dressed in my fanciest, oldest clothes. I stooped as I walked. I prepared boring meals. I turned into the pitiful, helpless creature that Zolani believed me to be.<\/p>\n
I made my move one evening after supper.<\/p>\n
\u201cZolani,\u201d I uttered while wringing my hands.\u201dI am aware that finances are tight. The insurance policy makes me feel terrible. Allow me to assist. The office can be cleaned by me. I am able to file documents. You are not required to pay me. All I want to do is assist in saving the business.<\/p>\n
He gave me a look that was both amused and irritated. He saw an opportunity to further degrade me by showing his mistress my \u201cuseless\u201d wife.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right,\u201d he scoffed.However, you avoid getting in the path. You only do coffee and cleaning. Don\u2019t make me feel ashamed.<\/p>\n
I entered the lion\u2019s den on Monday of the next week.<\/p>\n
There stood Zahara, dressed in a dress that was more expensive than my automobile. She gave me a paint-peeling smirk.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re the new assistant, then?While drinking a latte, she inquired.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, ma\u2019am,\u201d I replied while lowering my head.\u201dTell me what to do, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was the unseen woman for two weeks. I cleaned the restrooms. I filled up trash cans. Zahara was sitting on the edge of my husband\u2019s desk, swinging her legs, when I handed her coffee.<\/p>\n
However, I was observing. I was also paying attention.<\/p>\n
I concentrated on the accounting division. Mrs. Eleanor was in charge of a tiny section of the office. She had been with the organization since the beginning and was a strict woman in her fifties. She was implied to be involved in the deception when Zolani referred to her as \u201ctrusted.\u201d<\/p>\n
However, I saw something as I brought her tea for her cough, cleaned the area around her desk, and emptied her garbage. Mrs. Eleanor detested Zahara.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Eleanor\u2019s jaw would clench each time Zahara demanded \u201cpetty cash\u201d to finance a shopping excursion or shouted an order.<\/p>\n
I made the decision to take a chance.<\/p>\n
Zolani and Zahara went out for a three-hour \u201cclient lunch\u201d one afternoon. I was cleaning the file cabinets next to Mrs. Eleanor\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n
I muttered, \u201cShe also treats you like dirt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Eleanor remained glued to the screen.\u201dKemet, I do my job. You ought to complete yours.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am aware of the fraudulent ledgers,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Eleanor\u2019s hands stopped working on the keyboard. She rotated her chair slowly to look at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPardon me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I said, maintaining my composure, \u201cI know he\u2019s diverting assets to a shell company.\u201d\u201dI am aware that he intends to file for bankruptcy in order to divorce me and leave me in debt. Additionally, I am aware that you are the author of the books.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Eleanor got to her feet. She shut the door to her office.<\/p>\n
Do you have a wire on?She growled.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I sobbed as I said, \u201cI\u2019m a wife who is going to lose her son.\u201d They weren\u2019t phony.\u201dMrs. Eleanor, he will destroy me. And who do you think he\u2019ll put under the bus when the IRS comes seeking after he\u2019s finished with me? You. He will claim that it was all your fault.<\/p>\n
Her eyes flashed with fear. She was aware that I was correct. Zolani had no allegiance to anyone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you looking for?She inquired.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d like the actual books.\u201d I want the evidence.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Eleanor turned to face the door that Zolani and his mistress had just left. In my tattered cleaning cloths, she gazed at me.<\/p>\n
She whispered, \u201cHe\u2019s a pig.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took a seat again. She entered a password. After taking a flash drive out of her purse and plugging it in, she dragged the GOLDMINE folder onto it.<\/p>\n
She handed me the drive and said, \u201cThis is the shadow ledger.\u201dIt demonstrates tax avoidance by diverting two million dollars to \u201cCradle and Sons LLC.\u201d It displays everything.<\/p>\n
She took hold of my hand.\u201dYou exclude me if you use this. You claim to have discovered it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear,\u201d I said.\u201dI\u2019m grateful.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned back to her screen and added, \u201cDon\u2019t thank me.\u201d\u201dJust bury him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Purchaser<\/p>\n
I had the proof. I needed the executioner now.<\/p>\n
The following day, I resigned the \u201cjob,\u201d saying Zahara was too cruel to me. Zolani was unconcerned.<\/p>\n
To find Malik, I hired a private investigator that my mother paid for. Zolani\u2019s previous companion was Malik. Once, Zolani boasted that he had broken him, forced him out, and stolen his equity.<\/p>\n
In Lithonia, I discovered Malik operating a run-down metal fabricating business. Grease-stained and exhausted, he appeared ten years older than his actual age.<\/p>\n
I entered wearing a sharp suit that I had purchased using my mother\u2019s credit card. I had a wealthy appearance.<\/p>\n
Malik grumbled, not taking his eyes off a lathe, \u201cWe\u2019re closed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I declared, \u201cI\u2019m not here for metal.\u201d\u201dI\u2019m here to exact revenge.\u201d<\/p>\n
He raised his head.\u201dWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am the spouse of Zolani Jones. soon to be divorced.<\/p>\n
With a nasty bark, he laughed.\u201dLeave.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cHe stole your company.\u201d\u201dHe stole your concepts. He\u2019s treating me in the same way. I have a suggestion.<\/p>\n
Malik used a rag to clean his hands.\u201dI am paying attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy goal is to launch a new construction company. upscale. technologically advanced. We replace Zolani\u2019s low-cost Chinese suppliers by importing Japanese supplies. We go after his largest clientele. We crush him, outperform him, and underbid him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what funds?Malik scoffed.\u201dI have no money. Additionally, you are married to him if you are.<\/p>\n
I took out my briefcase. From my mother\u2019s trust, I took out a bank statement. Malik\u2019s eyes widened at the balance it displayed.<\/p>\n
I smoothly lied and said, \u201cI have an angel investor.\u201d\u201dFive hundred thousand dollars to begin with.\u201d It is run by you. You receive 20% of the stock. I say nothing. The only need is that we go after Zolani.<\/p>\n
Malik examined the document. He gave me a look. Suddenly, the fire that had faded from his eyes years before flared up again.<\/p>\n
\u201cPhoenix,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
The name of the business. We rise from the ashes, Phoenix LLC.<\/p>\n
I exclaimed, \u201cI adore it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Failure<\/p>\n
The next six months were a haze of deliberate devastation.<\/p>\n
Phoenix LLC had a low-key debut. Malik obtained exclusive arrangements with premium Japanese suppliers with the money I gave him. We provided superior materials at marginally reduced costs.<\/p>\n
I knew precisely when Zolani\u2019s contracts were up for renewal since I possessed the GOLDMINE files. I was aware of his margins. I was aware of his weaknesses.<\/p>\n
Malik hit with surgical accuracy.<\/p>\n
Later and later, Zolani began returning home, but not because of Zahara. He was in a panic.<\/p>\n
One evening, he paced the living room and grumbled, \u201cWe lost the Midtown contract.\u201d\u201dWe were undercut by a new company.\u201d<\/p>\n
After a week: \u201cThe Buckhead project was abandoned. They said that our materials were subpar.<\/p>\n
I saw him fall apart. His financial flow was drying up, so he began taking out loans from hard-money lenders. Just as he needed liquidity to combat Phoenix, he was starving his real business by pouring money into the shell company to conceal it.<\/p>\n
He was eating himself.<\/p>\n
Then the day arrived.<\/p>\n
He entered the house, dropped his keys on the table, and gave me a lifeless stare.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d like a divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
I feigned surprise.\u201dWhat? Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKemet, I\u2019m done. The company is not succeeding. I have no money. I am no longer able to help you. I\u2019m heading out.<\/p>\n
The papers were slid across the table by him.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a straightforward dissolution. Since there are none, there are no assets. I don\u2019t have any income, thus I don\u2019t receive alimony. The child is yours to keep. I\u2019ve left.<\/p>\n
He was carrying out the strategy. He left me to perish in the wreckage, believing he was fleeing a sinking ship. He was unaware that I was the submarine\u2019s captain when it torpedoed him.<\/p>\n
I sobbed. I pleaded. I performed the role flawlessly.<\/p>\n
\u201cZolani, please don\u2019t abandon us!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKemet, sign the documents!He yelled.\u201dIt\u2019s finished!\u201d<\/p>\n
I put my signature.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo alimony,\u201d I wailed.\u201dJust give me Jabari.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right,\u201d he scoffed.\u201dYou own him. I hope you have success feeding him.<\/p>\n
He picked up his baggage. He left to move into the flat he had purchased with the money he had stolen with Zahara.<\/p>\n
I bolted the door as his taillights dimmed. I made my way to the kitchen, filled a glass with tap water, and raised it in a toast to the empty space.<\/p>\n
\u201cCheckmate.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Disclosure<\/p>\n
Zolani\u2019s world came to an end two weeks after the divorce was completed.<\/p>\n
He was expelled by Zahara. He was no longer the sugar daddy she desired because the company was failing and the creditors around his primary company had frozen his assets. She left him for a Decatur car dealership owner.<\/p>\n
Zolani traveled to my house, the only place he believed he could bully, since he was homeless, destitute, and desperate.<\/p>\n
However, I wasn\u2019t present.<\/p>\n
Remember, part of his scheme was that the bank had foreclosed on the house. However, I had not relocated to a shelter.<\/p>\n
I had relocated to Buckhead\u2019s Penthouse of the Sovereign building.<\/p>\n
Bless his heart, my father was unable to maintain secrecy. He had boasted about his daughter\u2019s unexpected success at the barbershop back home. Word got out.<\/p>\n
I was discovered by Zolani.<\/p>\n
As I picked up a package in my building\u2019s foyer, a scruffy figure lunged for the glass doors. Zolani was the one. It appeared as though he hadn\u2019t slept for a week.<\/p>\n
He was halted by security, but I dismissed them. I went outside to greet him.<\/p>\n
\u201cKemet?He gazed at my diamond earrings, my luxury outfit, and my posture.\u201dWhat\u2019s this? Who owns this space?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine,\u201d I murmured icily.<\/p>\n
\u201cYours? How? You have no money! I didn\u2019t leave you anything!\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered, \u201cYou left me with exactly what I needed.\u201d\u201dInspiration.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you obtain the funds?He screamed, drawing attention from onlookers.Did you pilfer it? Have you taken my money?\u201d<\/p>\n
I chuckled.\u201dYour funds? Your money is gone, Zolani. Thanks to an anonymous tip, you concealed it in a shell corporation that the IRS is currently looking into.<\/p>\n
His face turned pale.<\/p>\n
I leaned forward and said, \u201cAnd as for my money.\u201d\u201dThe day I discovered you were unfaithful to me, I won the Mega Millions. Fifty. A million. Money.<\/p>\n
As though I had punched him, he stumbled back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have fifty million dollars? And you let me to go bankrupt?\u201d<\/p>\n
I grinned and said, \u201cI didn\u2019t just let you.\u201d\u201dI assisted you. Who do you believe provides funding for Phoenix LLC? Who, in your opinion, provided Malik with the funds to ruin you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He was struck by the understanding like a freight train. In fact, his knees gave way.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are the investor, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cZolani, I am the proprietor. The business that consumed yours is owned by me. The apartment you are standing in front of is mine. I am also the owner of my independence.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s my money!\u201d he said, lunging for me. We were wed! Marital property, that is!\u201d<\/p>\n
Before he could get within three feet of me, security tackled him.<\/p>\n
I urged the guards, \u201cGet him out of here.\u201d\u201dAnd make a police call. I believe there is a tax fraud warrant out for him.<\/p>\n
The Consequences<\/p>\n
I was sued by Zolani. He did, of course. He said that by concealing the lottery winnings, I had committed fraud.<\/p>\n
We appeared in court. It was the season\u2019s biggest social gathering.<\/p>\n
I had acted in bad faith, according to his counsel, a strip-mall lawyer on a contingency fee basis.<\/p>\n
The best shark money could buy, my attorney, got to his feet.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour Honor,\u201d he murmured.\u201dMr. Jones waived all rights to future discovery and signed a divorce settlement that clearly stated there were no shared assets. He used this action to conceal his own fraud, namely the two million dollars he stole from his own business to conceal from my customer.<\/p>\n
The recordings were played. the remark about the \u201ccountry bumpkin.\u201d The scheme to burden me with debt.<\/p>\n
The GOLDMINE files were then displayed.<\/p>\n
The judge gave Zolani a disgusted expression.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Jones,\u201d the judge declared.\u201dYou brought dirty hands with you. By trying to deceive your wife, you also deceived yourself. The settlement of the divorce is still in effect. You receive nothing.<\/p>\n
Federal investigators detained Zolani in court on charges of embezzlement and tax evasion. More valuable than the fifty million dollars was the expression of complete and utter defeat on his face.<\/p>\n
The New Horizon<\/p>\n
After three years.<\/p>\n
I watched Jabari fly a kite while perched on a bench in Piedmont Park. He was now six years old, content, safe, and healthy. His father was incarcerated in a federal institution for seven years, and he hardly recognized him.<\/p>\n
Next to me were my parents. My mom gave me a hand squeeze.<\/p>\n
She murmured, \u201cYou did good, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gazed at the skyline of Atlanta. The best construction company in the state was Phoenix LLC. Malik was operating it flawlessly. During the day, I managed my investments and oversaw a foundation that helped women in abusive financial marriages with their legal needs.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t a bumpkin from the country. I wasn\u2019t a victim.<\/p>\n
My name was Kemet Jones. I had also revised my own conclusion.<\/p>\n
They claim you can\u2019t purchase happiness with money. Perhaps not. However, it purchases freedom. It purchases justice. Additionally, it can buy a fresh life in the proper hands.<\/p>\n
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