Chapter 11 - Flynn Faces the Brutal Reality Now
Back at the penthouse, Flynn realized he couldn't even order a car service or buy a bottle of water without cash.
His platinum cards were all rejected, his secondary bank accounts were locked, and his expensive European sports cars were towed from the garage.
He grabbed his coat, rushing down the elevator to the lobby in a desperate attempt to reach the corporate headquarters downtown.
When he stepped out onto Madison Avenue, he flagged down a yellow taxi cab and climbed into the back seat in a sweat.
“Take me to Vance Enterprises headquarters on Park Avenue right now,” Flynn ordered breathlessly.
The cab driver glanced back in the rearview mirror, noticing Flynn’s rumpled suit and panicked expression.
“You got cash for the fare, buddy? My card reader is offline today,” the driver asked suspiciously.
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Flynn reached into his pockets, pulling out a handful of empty cardholders and a single crumpled five-dollar bill.
“Get out of my cab,” the driver grunted, pulling over to the side of the busy Manhattan street.
