Chapter 2 - The Crumbling Empire
Jason sat shivering in the holding cell of the downtown police precinct.
His expensive designer suit was wrinkled, and his arrogant smirk had completely vanished.
He paced back and forth, trying to figure out how Sarah had managed to outsmart him so flawlessly.
He desperately needed to post bail before his boss's hitman could reach him inside the prison walls.
The guards finally allowed him to use the communal telephone attached to the concrete wall.
He immediately dialed the number of his beautiful mistress, Mia, who had promised to stand by him through everything.
Mia answered on the third ring with a sleepy and annoyed tone in her voice.
Jason frantically explained the situation and begged her to wire his hidden emergency funds to a bail bondsman.
There was a long, agonizing silence on the other end of the telephone line.
"I am so sorry, Jason, but I cannot do that," Mia finally replied with zero emotion.
Jason felt his stomach drop as he demanded to know why she was refusing to help him.
Mia let out a soft laugh that sounded exactly like the one Jason used to mock Sarah.
She explained that Sarah had visited her apartment the day before leaving for Canada.
Sarah had shown Mia undeniable proof that Jason was secretly sleeping with three other women.
Out of pure spite, Mia had immediately logged into their secret joint account and drained every single dollar.
Jason screamed into the phone, begging her not to abandon him while his life was in danger.
Mia simply hung up, leaving him listening to the dead dial tone in the freezing jail cell.
A corrupt bail bondsman eventually arrived, offering to post bail in exchange for a horrific interest rate.
Jason had no choice but to sign away his future earnings just to get out of the dangerous precinct.
He stepped out into the rainy city streets, looking over his shoulder for any signs of a waiting assassin.
He pulled up his coat collar and rushed toward a cheap motel on the edge of town.
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When he unlocked the door to his dingy room, he immediately froze in pure terror.
A tall man in a dark suit was casually sitting on the edge of the motel bed, holding a suppressed pistol.
