Who lied to you?

Who gave you this absurd authority?” It was, I thought, so perfectly her, that even now, even here, her instinct was not fear or shame but affront, the outrage of a woman who genuinely could not conceive that the rules applied to her, who assumed that any consequence arriving at her door must be the result of some lie, some error, some insolent overreach to be corrected by her attorneys.

She was about to learn who had given them the authority.

Chapter 17 — You Broke the Wrong Laptop