Chapter 12 - Desperate Loans From Dangerous Men
With his bank accounts frozen and his friends blocking his calls, Caden turned to desperate, illegal measures.
He remembered a shady private lender named Vic who operated out of an unmarked warehouse near downtown Phoenix.
Caden drove his leased sports car—which was also flagged for repossession—straight to the gritty industrial district.
He sat across from Vic in a smoky back office, sliding a forged financial statement across the scarred wooden desk.
“I need fifty thousand dollars in cash today, and I’ll pay you back double by next month,” Caden promised nervously.
Vic squinted at the papers, blowing a thick ring of cigar smoke into the stagnant air before laughing darkly.
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“You think I don't know who you are, Vance? Your wife owns half of Phoenix commercial real estate,” Vic growled.
“She cut me off! But I’m still legally married to her, I can force a settlement!” Caden lied through his teeth.
