Chapter 3 - Unmasking The Financial Reality
Vance didn't flinch, nor did he offer a single second of sympathy to my mother-in-law as he raised his tablet screen to show the digital contract.
“Madam, this four-thousand-dollar-a-night property was booked and paid for exclusively by Ms. Madeline Mercer under her personal corporate credit card,” Vance stated firmly.
“Ten minutes ago, Ms. Mercer contacted our crisis helpline, reported an active physical assault by guests on the premises, and authorized an immediate cancellation.”
“Under paragraph fourteen of our rental agreement, an reported assault voids all guest occupancy rights instantly without refund.”
“You have precisely fifteen minutes to gather your personal belongings and vacate this estate before local law enforcement arrives to process trespass notices.”
Bradley’s face drained of every single drop of color as he turned toward me, his hand trembling as he set his beer down beside my wedding ring.
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“Maddie... wait,” Bradley stammered, stepping toward me with his hands raised in a pathetic attempt at damage control.
“You... you cancelled the reservation? It’s three in the morning! Where is my family supposed to go in the middle of nowhere?!”
