Chapter 8 - Richard’s Phone Starts Ringing Uncontrollably
Before Richard could stand up to physically intimidate me, his high-end corporate smartphone buzzed violently against the glass table.
He glanced down at the screen, frowning at the caller ID before pressing accept with an impatient scowl.
“This better be important; I am in the middle of dealing with family trash,” Richard snapped into the speaker.
I watched his face as the person on the other end delivered whatever news was waiting on the line.
Within five seconds, every drop of color drained from Richard’s skin, leaving him looking sickly gray and violently sweaty.
“What do you mean all corporate accounts are frozen?! That’s impossible! Check the primary Vanguard routing code!” Richard roared into the phone.
Susan stopped laughing instantly, her eyes darting between Richard’s panicked expression and my calm, unblinking stare.
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“Mr. Henderson, this is Chief Compliance Officer Vance; federal marshals are currently seizing your assets under code seventy-seven,” the speaker echoed.
The phone call disconnected with a sharp automated beep, leaving Richard staring blankly at a dead black screen in total horror.
