When Samantha boarded a business-class flight, she became the target of a bratty teen’s antics and his father’s mockery. Little did they know their paths would cross again hours later, leading to a twist they couldn’t predict.

Weeks ago, I received a fancy letter from a lawyer about an inheritance from my late grandmother’s sister. I barely knew her, so I was shocked to learn I might inherit something. Thus, I found myself on a flight to Dallas.

Settling in, I noticed a teenager ahead of me. Loud and obnoxious, he threw chips over the seat, hitting me. I took a deep breath. “Hey, what are you doing? Calm down, kid!”

Dean, I heard his father call him, turned around, smirking. “Calm down, kid!” he mocked, throwing more chips at me. His father laughed, egging him on.

“Excuse me, are you this kid’s father?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

“I’m recording this! Can you say ‘Calm down, kid!’ one more time?” the father replied, still amused.

I pressed the call button for the flight attendant. She moved me to another seat, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being ridiculed.

Upon landing, I rushed to the taxi stand, anxious about the inheritance. Arriving at the lawyer’s office, I froze. The bratty duo from the plane was there. They must be related to my grandmother’s sister.

Mr. Thompson, the lawyer, introduced us. “Ms. Harper had no children but wished for her estate to go to one of her sister’s grandchildren. She decided on a coin toss.”

Richard, Dean’s father, scoffed. “A coin toss? You’ve got to be kidding.”

Mr. Thompson pulled out a silver coin. “Heads for Ms. Rogers, tails for Mr. Gray.”

The room fell silent. Mr. Thompson flicked the coin, and it spun in the air.

It landed: heads.

Richard shot up, furious. “This is bull! I was counting on this money!”

Mr. Thompson remained calm. “The decision is final.”

“But I deserve that money!” Richard shouted, panic creeping in.

Dean looked at me, his bravado gone. I sat there, stunned, feeling disbelief wash over me. I had won.

Richard slumped back, anger turning to desperation. “You don’t even know her. You’re just some nobody who got lucky.”

Before I could respond, Mr. Thompson interjected. “That’s enough, Mr. Gray. Accept it with grace.”

Grace? Richard’s despair was evident. He had planned his life around this inheritance, and now it was gone.

I stood up, shaky. “Thank you,” I said to Mr. Thompson, feeling dazed.

As I walked past Richard and Dean, they avoided my gaze, their arrogance shattered. They were no longer the bullies from the plane but two people who had lost everything.

Karma had dealt its hand, and for once, I had come out on top. Yet, as I thought about their faces, I couldn’t help but wonder: was it really worth it?