By the end of the week, Robert had counted a dozen visitors who had turned tail the moment the ammonia-laced spray hit them. Some shouted. One woman even cried. But most just ran—fast, furious, and humiliated.
He didn’t feel proud. Not exactly. But he did feel… effective.
The vineyard seemed to perk up too. New growth sprouted along the rows. The vines, once drooping, clung tighter to their stakes.
When the influencer showed up, Robert was ready. They hadn’t seen him coming. But he did see them.
The trespassers had no idea what they’d triggered. And this time, Robert was the one who would leave a mark.