Chapter 4: The Repo Men and the Mistress
Vanessa Cole was a woman who loved the aesthetics of wealth without understanding the mechanics of it. She spent the morning lounging in my Highland Park home, wearing my silk robe and taking selfies in my custom-built walk-in closet. She thought she had won the lottery. She had no idea the lottery ticket was highly flammable.
At 2:00 PM, a heavy knock echoed through the house. Vanessa opened the door, expecting the expensive sushi delivery she had just tried to order on Grant’s card. Instead, she found two massive, tattooed men holding clipboards, flanked by a Dallas County Sheriff's Deputy.
"Are you Claire Whitmore?" the deputy asked. "No, I'm... I'm the lady of the house," Vanessa stammered, pulling the robe tighter. "Well, lady of the house, step aside. We have a court-ordered repossession and asset freeze mandate."
Within forty-five minutes, the repo men had loaded Grant’s Porsche onto a flatbed tow truck. They stripped the house of the modern art pieces Grant had bought with embezzled funds. They even demanded the keys to the Range Rover parked in the driveway—the car Grant had leased under his company’s name for Vanessa.
When Grant finally took a cheap Uber back to the house, he found Vanessa sobbing hysterically in the empty driveway. "Grant! They took my car! My credit cards are declining! What is going on?!" she shrieked, her flawless makeup running down her face in ugly black streaks.
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Grant looked at the empty driveway, his breath shallow, the reality of his situation finally crushing his arrogant chest. He looked at Vanessa, the woman he had thrown me into the rain for, and suddenly, she didn't look like a prize anymore. She looked like the anchor dragging him to the bottom of the ocean.
"Pack your bags," Grant hissed, grabbing her arm roughly. "We have to leave." But Vanessa ripped her arm away. The illusion of the powerful, wealthy CEO was shattered. "Leave? To where, Grant? You're broke!"
