They Arrived to Buy an $8 Million Mansion on My Money — They Didn’t Know Whose Name Was Really on the Accounts
“Capital is of absolutely no concern for us today.”
Christopher managed a stiff smile, but a cold unease was stirring in his stomach, because over the past three days his card had been declined at a gas station, a florist, and a restaurant, and he had told himself each time that it was a glitch, a temporary hold, a bank error that would resolve itself.
He had convinced himself that the institution would never actually cut him off, because in his understanding of the world, the money was simply his, the way air is yours, and you do not imagine air being revoked.
He was about to learn whose air he had been breathing.