Chapter 18 - Eviction Notices Arrive At The Expensive Manhattan Apartment
The ninety-day notice to vacate the luxury Manhattan penthouse expired on a cold, rainy Tuesday morning. Two federal marshals and building security personnel escorted Michael out onto the wet sidewalk.
His remaining designer clothes and luxury watches were packed into cheap plastic garbage bags sitting by the curb. Michael stood in the pouring rain without an umbrella, holding his wet cardboard box of personal items.
Pedestrians hurried past him under black umbrellas, not sparing a single glance at the disgraced former attorney. He had nowhere to go, no money for a hotel room, and no friends willing to answer his calls.
He pulled out his phone, dialing his mother’s private number with trembling, freezing fingers. The line rang three times before a familiar, gentle maternal voice answered on the other end.
“Hello?” Ellen answered softly, pausing as she waited for him to speak through the static. “Mom... please, I’m on the street, I have nowhere to go, can you please help me?” Michael sobbed into the receiver.
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On the other end of the line, Ellen looked over at Robert, who stood silently by the window shaking his head. Ellen took a deep breath, letting her maternal instincts finally surrender to cold, necessary reality.
“I’m sorry, Michael... you chose your path at that wedding,” Ellen whispered before gently hanging up the phone.
