Chapter 6 - The Morning Repo
The bright American sun reflected off the manicured lawns of Brandon’s sprawling suburban estate.
Inside the massive master bedroom, Brandon was sipping espresso in his silk bathrobe, completely thrilled that he had successfully dominated his mother the night before. He believed he had perfectly set the stage to ship her off to a nursing home.
Suddenly, a violently loud, aggressive mechanical grinding noise echoed from the driveway.
Brandon frowned, setting his espresso cup down. He walked out onto the second-floor balcony and looked down.
His jaw literally dropped in sheer, unadulterated horror.
A massive, heavy-duty tow truck was backed directly into his circular driveway. The operator had already hooked up Brandon’s two-hundred-thousand-dollar luxury SUV and was actively dragging it onto the flatbed.
"Hey!" Brandon shrieked hysterically, nearly falling over the balcony railing. "What the hell are you doing?! Put that down! I own that car!"
The tow truck driver didn't even look up. He secured the heavy chains.
Melissa rushed out onto the balcony, clutching her robe, her smug entitlement completely shattering. "Brandon, do something! Call the police! They're stealing the car!"
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Brandon sprinted back inside, violently grabbing his cell phone to call his private bank concierge.
👉 Brandon screamed into the phone, but the terrifying financial reality the banker revealed completely broke his mind.
