Paul and Mia had just picked up Mia’s mother, Audra, for her first visit to their apartment. The night was supposed to be calm—flowers arranged, pasta waiting, everything perfect. But as they turned into the alley behind their building, their garage was blocked. Again.
This time, it wasn’t just any car. It was Logan’s.
Logan, the self-proclaimed “design visionary” Paul had met at a holiday party, was the kind of guy who wore velvet blazers and talked about “elevated thinking” while sipping whiskey. His car sat arrogantly in front of their garage, hazards blinking like a badge of entitlement.
Paul parked and sighed. He didn’t want a confrontation. But Logan emerged from the liquor store like he owned the street, cracking open a hard iced tea and smirking. When Paul asked him to move, Logan scoffed, tossed his business card at Paul, and said, “Call me if you want to collaborate.”
That card was the spark.
Paul didn’t yell. He didn’t argue. He got strategic.
He took Logan’s business card and used it to apply for dozens of fake job listings online—ones that matched Logan’s “creative empire” persona. Each application listed Logan’s number and email. Within days, Logan was flooded with calls, emails, and interview requests from confused recruiters and companies.
Then came the cherry on top: Paul created a fake design portfolio using Logan’s name and submitted it to a high-profile design competition. Logan was shortlisted. When he showed up, clueless and unprepared, he was publicly humiliated.
Logan never blocked the garage again. In fact, he started parking two blocks away.
Sometimes, revenge doesn’t need shouting. Just a business card and a little creativity.
