Chapter 15 - Callum’s Last Desperate Threat
Meanwhile, Callum sat alone in a dimly lit downtown diner, nursing a cold cup of coffee while staring at his phone.
His credit cards had all been declined, his bank accounts were frozen, and his friends had blocked his number.
Desperation clouded his mind, pushing him toward a foolish, dangerous course of action he would soon regret.
He dialed a burner phone number connected to a discredited corporate fixer he had used once in the past.
“I need you to dig up anything—legal or illegal—on Sloane Whitmore and her grandfather,” Callum hissed into the receiver.
“Mr. Ashford, your accounts are dry, and our retainer requires upfront cash,” the fixer replied coldly.
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“I’ll pay you when I get my hands back on the Whitmore estate!” Callum shouted, slamming his fist against the laminate table.
“There is no estate left for you to touch, Mr. Ashford,” the fixer said before hanging up the phone permanently.
