They Arrived to Buy an $8 Million Mansion on My Money — They Didn’t Know Whose Name Was Really on the Accounts
“These premium cards can be temperamental.
Let me try the magnetic strip.” She swiped it.
Another beep. Invalid Tender.
“Your card reader is obviously broken,” Beatrice snapped, waving a dismissive hand.
“Christopher, give her your second black card.”
A fine sweat had beaded across Christopher’s forehead.
He pulled out the second card with trembling fingers and pushed it into the terminal himself.
The machine beeped. Transaction Declined.