Chapter 2 - The Stolen Funds
Panic gripped my throat, making it difficult to breathe in the small motel room.
I had foolishly left my name on the joint account I created years ago to help my parents pay their mortgage.
I immediately dialed the bank's fraud department, praying the transfer had not fully cleared.
The representative placed me on a brief hold that felt like an absolute eternity.
When she returned, she informed me that the transfer had been flagged for suspicious activity due to the large amount.
I authorized an immediate hard freeze on the account and permanently revoked my family's access.
I let out a massive breath of relief, knowing my survival money was finally safe.
I spent the rest of the weekend moving into a beautiful, quiet apartment overlooking the city.
On Monday morning, I put on a sharp tailored suit and walked into the glass lobby of Sterling Financial.
I was ready to leave the shadow of my spoiled sister behind forever.
By noon, I was settling into my new corner office when my desk phone rang.
The caller ID displayed the front security desk of my building.
The security guard sounded incredibly tense as he asked me to come down to the lobby immediately.
I stepped off the elevator and saw two uniformed Chicago police officers waiting by the reception desk.
One of the officers stepped forward and placed his hand firmly on his duty belt.
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He looked me dead in the eye and informed me that there was an active warrant out for my arrest.
He stated that my parents had officially reported me for the grand theft of a vehicle and the embezzlement of forty thousand dollars.
