You Treated Me Like Trash, So I Took Out Your Entire Life

As the highest-paid elite professional organizer in the industry, I'd taken a rush job at a five-hundred-dollar-an-hour rate.

The client was a pampered social media influencer who wanted me to pack up and burn every last trace of her fiancé's ex-girlfriend as fast as humanly possible.

"His ex was some boring hick from the middle of nowhere. Couldn't take a hint, just squatting in his life like she belonged there. Looking at this junk makes my skin crawl."

"I'm moving in tonight, Ms. Finch. I need every trace of her existence wiped clean."