“You can’t do that! That’s my car!”
“The vehicle is registered under Albert Higgins,” the driver replied. “The repossession order came through his attorney.”
By then, all of Chelsea’s friends had stepped onto the porch.
They whispered among themselves, wide-eyed at the scandal unfolding in front of them.
The woman who loved presenting herself as perfectly wealthy was now watching her car get taken in front of the entire neighborhood.
The humiliation was complete.
The SUV lifted off the ground.
Chelsea burst into tears as the tow truck drove away with her prized symbol of status.
At the same time, Logan was facing his own nightmare at the dealership.
The bank manager had already called his boss.
Rumors about personal bankruptcy were spreading.
Logan’s carefully polished image was collapsing.
By two o’clock that afternoon, they had no choice.
They had to find me.
They expected to discover me in some cheap bed-and-breakfast.
Instead, the address Fiona gave them led to the most respected law firm downtown.
When they pushed open the heavy glass doors of Cartwright’s office, they looked exhausted.
They were led into a large conference room with glass walls.
I was already seated at the far end of the table.
My back was straight. My suit was flawless.
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