They Demanded a 60-Course Birthday Feast to Prove They Owned Me — So I Delivered Exactly 60 Dishes, and an Eviction Notice
And your car keys.
Otherwise I can’t bring back the sixty dishes.”
Julian sneered down at me, savoring it, drunk on what he took to be his total and final victory over a broken woman.
He pulled his black titanium credit card from his wallet and flicked it onto the counter, and tossed his BMW key fob down beside it.
“Be back before eleven,” he said.
“With everything.