Chapter 8 - The Freeze Out
Over the next forty-eight hours, the true scope of Eleanor's architectural ruin became apparent.
Richard tried to use his black American Express card to book a flight to Dubai. Declined. He tried to check into a Hilton. Declined. He tried to call Chloe, his twenty-six-year-old assistant.
"The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected."
Chloe was gone. The moment the money evaporated, the illusion of Richard’s magnetism vanished with it. He was fifty-two, disgraced, and utterly broke.
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He was walking through the freezing rain in a city he used to rule, realizing he didn't even know how to use the subway system. His custom Italian leather shoes were soaked through.
Every door was locked. Every ally had vanished. Eleanor hadn't just taken his assets; she had surgically removed his existence from the elite ecosystem.
