"Mrs. Whitmore, care to comment on the two-hundred-thousand-dollar settlement filed against the association?" one reporter asked.
"Did you personally authorize the seizure of five other neighborhood vehicles under false pretenses?" another shouted.
The vice president of the board stepped forward, publicly stripping Karen of her credentials right on camera. "As of this morning, Karen Whitmore has been officially removed from the board of directors and faces individual liability for all legal damages."
Ryan walked out of his front door in a casual denim jacket, holding the original set of chrome keys in his hand. He greeted the neighbors and flashbulbs with a relaxed, victorious smile.
"Keep the change on the towing fee, Karen," Ryan said with a wink as he slipped into the driver’s seat.
He pushed the clutch, shifted into first gear, and brought the engine to life with a deep, rumbling purr. With a wave to the applauding neighbors, Ryan accelerated smoothly down the spotless suburban street, leaving the disgraced former president standing alone on the curb in complete, undeniable defeat.