He thought his money made him untouchable, but he just messed with the wrong one. 💅🔥 Time for payback.

Here is a continuation and conclusion to the story, written in the same voice and format:

I remembered his name. It was hard to forget when it was plastered on the platinum credit card he’d leave carelessly on the dresser: Marcus V. A quick Insta search later, and boom. There she was. His wife. Beautiful, smiling, and holding a baby. The location tag? Three hours away.

I didn’t just want to get mad; I wanted to get even.

I created a burner account. I sent her a message: “Hi, I’m the housekeeper your husband just had fired. He accused me of stealing his watch because I wouldn’t sleep with him. I don’t want his money, and I don’t want the job back. But I thought you should know that when he stays in Room 805, he keeps his wedding ring hidden inside a hollowed-out bible in the bedside drawer. He also orders champagne for two on Tuesday nights. Ask him where the watch really is.”

Then, I went scorched earth on the hotel. I emailed corporate HR—not the local manager who fired me, but the big guys. I detailed the harassment, the times, and the fact that they fired a whistleblower without investigation. I dropped the phrase “hostile work environment lawsuit.”

Three days later, my phone rang. It was the Regional Director. He sounded sweaty. They had reviewed the hallway cameras. Turns out, the footage showed Marcus wearing that “stolen” watch after he claimed it was gone. They offered me my job back with a raise and a formal apology.

I declined. But the best part? My friend who still works front desk texted me the tea. Marcus’s wife showed up in the lobby yesterday. She wasn’t screaming; she was deadly quiet. She handed the concierge a room key and left Marcus with nothing but his suitcases and a divorce lawyer on the phone.

He tried to destroy my life? Oops. Looks like I cleaned up his instead.