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"What?"
I frowned. The man on the other end was picking his words carefully.
"Ms. Pruitt, have you crossed someone?"
"We've had multiple reports that you're exploiting farmers and running unclear accounts."
"I'm sorry. We have no choice but to open a review."
"I understand."
I lowered the phone, and footsteps sounded outside the door.
Luther Welch shoved his phone right up in my face, cocky about it.
The words FORMAL COMPLAINT glared off the screen until my eyes ached.
Among the people who'd filed.
I saw the town head's name, and Aunt Hope's.
And every last one of the elders who used to swear they loved me more than their own daughters.
"This is slander."
I kept the anger pressed down in my voice.
He sneered.
"We're only protecting our rights. Trash like you who pockets farmers' blood and sweat has to be punished, and hard!"
"Otherwise, more of our farmer brothers will just get bullied by you."
Mayor Welch looked at me with all his official airs.
"Ruby, there's a problem with your work attitude. You need to reflect on your mistakes, and take it seriously."
"Everyone's doing this to help you grow. Don't go throwing good intentions back in our faces."
My eyes moved past the two of them.
A crowd of villagers had gathered outside the hospital, all there for the show.
I knew what this was. Pressure. They wanted to force me back into working for the village for free.
"Reflect?"
"You're right. I really should reflect on a few mistakes."
At the hard edge in my voice, a few of them turned their faces away, guilty.
I walked up to all of them with my phone in hand.
Luther folded his arms, waiting to receive my apology.
Instead, I smiled.
"I figured I'd let the contract run out at the end of the month. A clean goodbye, no hard feelings."
"But some people don't deserve to be treated kindly."
Right there in front of everyone, I made three calls.
The first was to the travel agency.
"From now on, I'm withdrawing my guaranteed backing on all Brook Hollow business. Any losses going forward, you settle those with the village."
The second was to the platform's business team.
"Cut every marketing dollar going to Brook Hollow. No more extra traffic support. Treat them like anyone else."
The third was to a real estate agent.
"Sell the old family home in Brook Hollow, cheap. I'm moving out."
Once they saw I meant it, the villagers panicked.
They crowded in, all talking over each other.
"There are dozens of bed-and-breakfasts counting on those tourists. How can you just walk away?"
"If the village misses its tourism targets, the higher-ups will come down on us!"
"You're cutting off everyone's livelihood! You're going to get people killed!"
I ignored all of it and helped my mother out.
"That's your problem. It has nothing to do with me."
Luther planted himself in front of the crowd, grinning, sure of himself.
"Don't be scared, everybody."
"It's just calling the travel agency and drumming up a little traffic."
"Leave it to me. I won't skim a single cent off any of you. I only want to do something real for the farmers."
The crowd relaxed, then turned right around and started jeering at me.
"See, that's what a real study-abroad graduate can do. Somebody here didn't actually think the village couldn't survive without her, did she?"
"A million followers? Please. You only got them riding off our village. Otherwise who'd ever follow a garbage blogger like you!"
"Hmph. We'll be waiting for the day you come crawling back on your knees, begging us to forgive you."
The villagers simply didn't believe I'd really let go.
Brook Hollow's tourism traffic was surging, and they were dead certain I couldn't bear to give it up.
What they didn't understand was that the traffic had never come from the village.
It came from me.
I got home and had barely stepped into the yard.
A thick, rotting stench hit me full in the face.
My face went dark. The walls were smeared filthy with chicken blood.
And words spray-painted across the windows.
NO CONSCIENCE. ANIMAL. INGRATE.
"This is too far. How could they do this?"
My mother was shaking with rage.
"Back when everyone was poor, we all got along fine."
"Why is it that now there's money to be made, they treat us like this?"
I didn't say anything.
I just quietly photographed the evidence and saved it to my phone.
Some people are simply dirty at the core. The light only drags it out into the open.
That night I moved my mother into a hotel in town.
Three days later.
Candice had the footage put together, and I added the contract screenshots and the photos off my phone.
Packaged it all and sent it to the platform.
The platform restored my account access at once.
And promised to open legal proceedings to protect its bloggers' rights.
I got my mother settled, then headed straight for Stonebridge with my team.
That was when Mayor Welch called.
"Ruby, you've thrown your little tantrum, that's enough now."
"The village needs promotion for the second-phase project urgently. Get back here and start work right away."
"The whole village borrowed a billion dollars this time. You hold up everyone's money, and you can't afford the fallout."
I listened to that same cocky tone of his.
And I laughed.
"Mayor Welch, one tourism promotion campaign runs five million dollars."
"No rush. Get in line."
Then I hung up on him.
But the very next moment, Mayor Welch's phone rang again.
It was the leadership from the county seat.
"Jordan Welch, what's going on with your village?"
"Three days straight, and not a single tour bus."
"What exactly are you people up to?"
In an instant, the color drained from Mayor Welch's face.
