Chapter 3
The realization that their multi-million-dollar safety net had just evaporated hit Julian like a physical punch to the stomach. He staggered toward a barstool, collapsing onto it with trembling hands and a completely blank stare.
Clara refused to accept reality, her arrogant entitlement overriding her basic survival instincts in the upscale suburban kitchen. "We will sue you! We have prominent friends in Manhattan who will have your assets frozen by noon!" Clara screamed hysterically.
"Go ahead and call your Manhattan lawyers, Clara, but inform them that the retainer fees require legitimate funds," Margaret answered calmly. Margaret stood up from her stool, walking gracefully toward the hallway without looking back at the wreckage behind her.
"Where do you think you're walking away to while we are talking to you?" Clara yelled, chasing her down the corridor. Margaret stopped at the mahogany foyer table, picking up a thick manila envelope that had been delivered at dawn.
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She turned around, tossing the envelope onto the polished wooden surface right in front of Clara's manicured fingernails. "Those are your formal thirty-day eviction notices and the cancellation of your luxury vehicle leases," Margaret announced flatly.
Clara stared down at the documents in absolute horror, her emerald green pajamas suddenly feeling like a prison uniform.
