What Her Father Gave, Part Iii

III. The following day Carmen sat with her mom, learning how to cook the books and more, when suddenly there came a thundering {smash, that ripped right through the main office door. In came a SWAT team, four dozen-large, fanning out as cold panic set in, one went to Fileena, gun covering her, said,”Puts your hands up or we start shooting!” Fileena was stunned, and threw up her palms, said,”I-Impossible, how did you find us?” Carmen then said,”Mom, it wasn’t that hard, I told them all they would need for this bust. "It wasn't that hard, cameras can be so small, small enough to disguise as a broach, the kind that I've worm since I was a girl, all that I saw yesterday, they now know." Fileena looked over to her daughter, said,”But why would you do this to me?!” Carmen’s stare darkened as she replied: “Well mother, you made it very easy. “Did you really think that I would forget those seventeen years that transpired, where you decided not to be my mother so you could go build a damn drug empire?! “Did you really think I would just accept a life living as criminal scum? That I wouldn’t see my future in a jail cell, dressed in orange, under a guard’s gun? “If dad had told me, back when I was a kid, I would not have believed it to be the truth, but now that I’ve met you, it’s become clear, he did the right thing hiding me from you. “Do all of your riches excuse all this, the great damage that your ‘product’ inflicts? Does dressing it up like some legit firm save the life of those miserable addicts? “You know damn well that your drugs will kill, that they fuel nothing but violence and crime, and yet you still do it, feel no remorse, for that you deserve endless hard time!” “You ungrateful *****!”Fileena did scream, as two cops wrestled her to the ground. “After all that I did to rescue you… I regret that I ever pushed you out!” Carmen shook her head at the whole scene, said,”You think you were helping me here? making me a felon, a filthy drug lord, forced to spend my whole live spreading fear? “You may have given me my brains and looks, at least that’s what dad always use to say, but as for my morals, my conscience, my soul… Those are fine gifts that my father gave."