Chapter 4 - The Morning After Reality Sets In With A Vengeance
The morning sun cast harsh, unforgiving rays through the bare windows of our once-cozy suburban home.
I sat on the kitchen floor for hours, staring blindly at the itemized hotel charges and restaurant receipts.
My phone buzzed continuously on the counter with notifications from my corporate office and frantic bank alerts.
The stock price of our regional branch was tumbling following rumors of executive misconduct and legal filings.
I dialed Claire’s mobile number for the hundredth time, only to be met with a dead, hollow tone.
Her phone had been disconnected, or worse, blocked entirely against any incoming calls from my number.
I walked out to my car and drove aimlessly down the interstate toward my downtown corporate headquarters.
Traffic on the freeway crawled at a snail's pace, mirroring the agonizing stagnation of my ruined life.
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Every billboard along the highway seemed to mock my foolish choices and sudden, catastrophic downfall.
By the time I reached the office parking garage, my professional reputation was already hanging by a thread.
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