Chapter 19 - The Reflection in the GlassThat evening, I stood on the private balcony of my penthouse suite overlooking the sparkling lights of Zurich at night.

The wind rustled through my hair, carrying the distant sound of church bells chiming in the valley below. I pulled a small, crisp one-dollar bill from the pocket of my coat—the very same dollar Julian had crumpled and thrown into my truffle sauce months ago.
I didn't throw it away. I kept it as a reminder.
A reminder that no matter how low someone tries to make you feel, their cruelty is merely a reflection of their own impending collapse.
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I folded the bill neatly, slipping it back into my pocket alongside my passport.
The game was over. The lesson had been taught.