Justice

There is some justice after all. I spoke with Tom, my former boss in my former (brief) life as a management consultant in Paris, and the central character in our fight against crookery and theft. Diggler, his former business partner and the source of my woes in May-June this year, and his cronies (including the Mexican bitch) were fired from the French company; their department dismatled. Apparently some big boss has had enough of their shenanigans and decided to get rid of them. Of course, this won't make them pay any of the stolen money back, but I for one find personal satisfaction in knowing that they got some of what they deserved. I am particularly pleased that the selfish, money-grabbing, cheap ho, who treated me like a criminal for standing up to truth and professionalism, is now left with no carreer, no man, no family and a wardrobe full of bad clothes at fifty-something. Granted, she probably has millions in a couple of offshore accounts, but is that enough of a substitute? My guess is not.