Chapter 8: The Rats Flee the Ship
Stripped of his title, his company, and his dignity, Richard was physically escorted out of the glass building by armed security guards in front of hundreds of his former employees. The paparazzi, tipped off by the SEC raid, were already swarming the exits, flashing cameras in his devastated face.
Desperate, he managed to hail a cab back to the mansion, praying he could somehow salvage the situation, or at least figure out a way to hide some remaining cash. But when he arrived at the Calabasas estate, he was met with another crushing blow. The gates were locked, and a massive moving truck was parked outside. Victoria was furiously barking orders at the movers as they loaded her designer luggage into the truck.
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"Victoria! What are you doing?!" Richard pleaded, running up the driveway.
She turned to him, her face twisting in pure disgust. "You're broke, Richard! The feds are seizing the house, your cards are declined, and you're about to go to prison. Did you actually think I loved you? I loved your bank account!" She slammed the door of her waiting Uber, leaving him standing alone in the driveway of the mansion he no longer owned, completely and utterly ruined.
