Unstitched — The Thirty Eight Dollar Bag

Fine. They'd be crawling back begging me in a month! Remember this. What you gave up today, ten billion dollars, will never buy back. There's nothing my money can't buy.

Bye-bye, Allison. Don't let the door hit you. Orders from Mr. Vance. Open the bag. I have to check everything. This stays. It's house property. I bought that for my babies. With my own earned cash.

You got a receipt? $38? I washed four floor-to-cell windows for that. Count it, Max. Is it enough? Ma'am, I'm sorry.

It's fine, Max. You're just doing your job. Three years in this luxury prison as an unpaid maid, and at the end, a sweatshop worker paid by the hour. Did you hear that, babies? You're free from him. Mommy's got you. Sarah, it's over. I left him.

What? You actually signed? Where are you? Don't move, I'm on my way.