Chapter 6 - The Bursting Mains
BANG!
A sound like a gunshot shattered the silence of the freezing estate as a major overhead copper water line burst under the immense pressure of expanding ice.
Gallons of freezing, dirty water began pouring down from the ceiling above the grand staircase, cascading like a waterfall directly onto the polished marble foyer. The flood swept across the floor, soaking Brooke’s ten-thousand-dollar oriental rugs, drenching the velvet couches, and completely submerging the Pomeranian's luxury stroller in icy sludge.
"My furniture! My clothes!" Brooke screamed, jumping onto a wooden dining chair to keep her soaked designer boots out of the rising water. "Mom! Do something! Call him again! Beg him!"
Mom dropped to her knees on the wet floor, her expensive floral jacket dragging through the filthy water, her vanity completely destroyed by pure terror.
Her fingers were so numb she could barely press the screen, but she typed a desperate text message with shaking hands:
"Rupert, please save us! The pipes burst! The house is completely flooded and destroyed! Brooke’s kids are freezing! We were wrong about everything! Please, I'm begging you as your mother!"
Five miles away in the warm, quiet diner, Rupert sat nursing a fresh mug of hot coffee while his children colored happily in their activity books by the fireplace.
His phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, read his mother's frantic message, and didn't hesitate for a single second.
With a cool, confident expression, Rupert typed his final reply:
"My guy doesn't like you."
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He tapped send, placed the phone face down, and took a slow, satisfying sip of his coffee.
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