The orchard gleamed with meticulous care under Victor Roland's stewardship. Each tree stood nourished by rich fertilizer, every inch of soil bearing witness to devoted cultivation.

Jenna Roland paused at the orchard's entrance, a cold smirk playing on her lips. Victor's prized orchard now belonged to her. She could almost picture him fuming with rage.

Villagers soon arrived for their daily work, confused by the locked gates they'd encountered earlier.

"Jenna, why was the orchard locked this morning?" An elderly woman with silver-streaked hair spoke first.

Jenna surveyed the crowd, her voice clear. "From today onward, I'm the owner of this orchard. Those who wish to stay are welcome. Those who leave won't be stopped."

A wave of murmurs erupted.

"This orchard was my parents' legacy. Victor stole it for years. Now justice is served." Jenna's tone left no room for debate.

Chester Kalmien stepped forward. "I've worked here since your parents' time. This orchard means everything to me. I'll stay if you'll have me."

"Taking back what's rightfully yours is only fair!" Fiona Garten declared, thumping her chest.

Darren Savigny raised his hand. "Count me in too."

To Jenna's surprise, every worker chose to remain. She immediately raised their daily wages from $100 to $150, sparking cheers.

"What needs doing today?" Jenna asked.

"Four western plots need weeding, and rotten fruit must be collected for compost," Darren replied.

Jenna nodded. "Get to work then." As the group dispersed, she trailed her fingers along the gnarled tree trunks during her solitary inspection.

Her phone rang. Ethan Roscente's name flashed on screen.

"I've arranged the men. Send the address." His baritone voice crackled through the receiver.

Within an hour of sharing her location, four broad-shouldered men in black shirts appeared at the orchard gates.

"Ethan sent you?" Jenna appraised them.

Vincent Roland, their leader, nodded. "You must be Ms. Roland."

"Did Ethan explain your pay and meals?"

"$2000 monthly, but you cover our food." In truth, they were Ethan's personal security, acting under orders.

"Agreed. I'll deliver meals daily," Jenna said briskly.

"And our duties?" Vincent inquired.

"Remove trespassers immediately. Not a single branch gets damaged." Her gaze hardened. "Night shifts required."

"We've brought gear for 24/7 rotations," Vincent assured.

Jenna checked her watch. "Start today. Exchange numbers for emergencies."

After swapping contacts, Jenna strode homeward, her silhouette cutting a defiant figure against the afternoon sun.