After her intense and unsettling encounter, Jenna finally arrives back at her home. She steps through the door, feeling a complex rush of emotions. Her heart is still pounding from the adrenaline, her mind racing with the gravity of what she's done and the potential consequences.
As she closes the door behind her, the familiar surroundings of her home offer a contrast to the dark, chaotic scene she just left. The tranquility of her own space provides a momentary respite, but it's tinged with a sense of unease. Jenna's actions, driven by a deep sense of desperation, have crossed a line from which she can't return.
She leans against the door, takes a deep breath, and tries to compose herself. The silence of the house envelops her, a reminder of the normal life she once had, now disrupted by her quest for retribution. Jenna's thoughts turn to her son, Tyler, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the turmoil churning within his mother.
As Jenna headed to the living room, her mind gravitated towards the three other people on her list, each associated with QuickFix Repairs and complicit in the injustice she had faced. As she sits in the quiet of her living room, the shadows of the night stretching across the floor, she contemplates her next moves.
She sits on her sofa, she can't help but think of Xavier Frostwater, the customer service representative who had become the symbol of her frustration with QuickFix. She remembers the infuriating phone calls, his patronizing tone, and the sheer audacity of being blocked. The memory alone is enough to bring a smirk to her face, but it's a smirk with a plan.
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During her late-night research sessions, Jenna had discovered something about Xavier that only fueled her desire for her revenge. Apparently, Mr. Frostwater fancied himself a ladies' man, although a rather unsuccessful one. He was known to frequent VEROS, a club that was popular, but not for its class. Jenna found it amusing, albeit in a dark way, that Xavier, a man who obviously thrived on having some semblance of power over others, spent his evenings desperately trying to impress women half his age, probably often with comically poor results.
The thought of Xavier, with his slicked-back hair and probably too-tight shirt, trying and failing to be charming was almost enough to make Jenna laugh. She imagined him using the same condescending tone he used on her, but this time on unsuspecting club-goers. "Sorry, can I buy you a drink, or is my credit blocked here too?" she mused to herself, picturing his likely baffled and rejected face.
"Oh, Xavier, you poor, unfortunate soul. You blocked my number thinking you'd never hear from me again. Little did you know, I've upgraded from customer complaints to a more... hands-on approach. And what's more hands-on than a bit of amateur dentistry? I mean, who needs a dental degree when you've got a pair of pliers and a burning desire for revenge?"
"Remember how you ignored my calls? Well, let's see how silent you can be when I'm pulling out those molars. One... by... one. Oh, I can hear it now, the symphony of your pleas. Music to my ears, really. But don't worry, I'll be gentle – said no one ever in this scenario."
"And the best part? Each tooth will be a little memento, a souvenir from our special time together. Think of it as a token of my undying... gratitude for your stellar customer service. I'll even label them: 'Molar 1: The time you hung up on me', 'Molar 2: The 'please hold' that lasted forever', We could make a whole necklace!"
Jenna chuckles to herself, a sinister grin stretching across her face. Xavier Frostwater, the dismissive customer service rep, was about to learn the hard way: “Hell hath no fury like a customer scorned”.