The Empty Plate
And one by one, without haste and without anger, I canceled every single recurring payment.
It took less than five minutes.
Four years of being their ATM, ended with a few taps of my thumb.
Then I picked up the phone and called my corporate accountant.
“Robert,” I said.
“Starting tomorrow morning, I want to eliminate every personal payment tied to Daniel’s family.” There was a small pause.
“All of them, Mariana?” I looked at the confirmation screen glowing on my phone.
“Every single one.” It did not feel like revenge, pressing those buttons.