Miranda's face was plastered even on national TV with her words misconstrued and tagged to mean disrespectful and problematic. A lot of netizens had things to say about her behavior to a man of reputation after losing almost half of her assets. "Even if she wants to be mad at him, he doesn't deserve her scathing actions. It has not been proven that he was in any way involved in her kidnap, so why is she trying so much to paint him black?" One person said. "I think that a lot of women have been made to be empowered in a silly form, and all they think about is revenge when they should be happy that someone even takes a look at them." A Rosie Meyer said. Miranda couldn't bear the reproach she was facing from something that she was supposed to emerge as a winner and, most importantly, from women who understood how this works. She rolled her eyes as she kept on watching the news dissect her personal life and asking for proof that her claims were true. "I don't think you should

"Taking my word for law was not going to do you any good, instead it was only going to break the non-existent chains that you had managed to build." Williams said into the press mic when he was invited for a meeting. Even the blind could see that he was referring to Ethan who had not come out to release any statement despite the rumors circulating the blogs. He felt like it was a childish thing to do and coming to do that was only going to reduce whatever he had to say in the first place. He watched the news with an open mind, waiting to see where this was going to lead to and how he would be able to anchor the situation without doing too much. It was better that he wasted some time trying to figure out a few things than jumping into suing Williams without too much evidence. Miranda didn't have such patience, because she felt like this procedure was too slow for her liking. It was going to reduce the reason she ever believed in the judiciary system in the first place and now that

Ethan was just walking into the house as the sun began to set. The house was a little dim; in that dimness, he could see Miranda stretching on the sofa completely out of it while going through some papers."You are home early today; of course, everything is alright?" spoken Miranda, without ever bothering to get her head out of the paperwork she was going through."Yeah, just because I'm home earlier doesn't mean something is wrong Miranda," Ethan almost growled while walking to her. "In fact, we are going to have a date tonight,""Dare I say we have a date tonight?" she inquired as she slowly raised her head."Yes, so hurry! And don't fall asleep in the room or we won't make it," "A total prick," spat out Miranda, followed by some vague gestures.Ethan turned to Miranda as they cruised off to the event. "I can't wait for our date tonight," before flashing her a smile."And I, too," replied Miranda as she tucked away a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "It's been a while since we

Miranda arrived at Williams' home, a large place well cared for. The dark rectangular windows were staring at her. The silence about the atmosphere felt ominous. She had come to a decision. He will have to face her today.Her heels sounded upon her ascent down the pavement and a murmur lifted into her ears. She took in an unsteady breath at the tumbler of anxiety that was buzzing in her chest. Ready for him. What was on his mind? After all of that fuss about the blueprint, she wanted to know. He had to pay for everything he robbed from their company.Knock, knock went her hand, steady but for the storm inside her. One of Williams' employees opened the door after some time. He stood aside for her to pass, without uttering a word. Miranda thanked him and walked in.Inside was quiet. That almost eerie stillness was now making her uncomfortable. Feet padded against the thick carpet as she walked down the long corridor, almost soundless on her way toward the knock on one of the office door

Ethan stood beside Miranda, watching the police barricade around Williams as he himself stood outside the palatial gates he had called. The very sound of the sirens pierced the air as the officers approached him with handcuffs. "Illegal possession of a firearm, Mr. Williams," the officer stated stridently and somewhat professionally as he stepped forward and reached for Williams' arms.Williams tugged back and his face radiated fury. "What are you doing? You can't arrest me!" he spluttered, rising in rage. "I have power. Do you know who I am?"Calmly, the officer said, "You are under arrest, Mr. Williams. We have a warrant."Ethan watched the show from the side, his jaws clenched. Ever since he could remember, he had wanted to see Williams humiliated; but he knew this wasn't the end. There would always be ways for Williams to wriggle out of things. Still, this was a victory-for now. "You think you can do this to me?" Williams said, fists clenching again as the officers put cuffs on