Chapter 7 - The Frozen Accounts
"My car is being stolen!" Brandon roared into his phone. "Call the police immediately! I am a VIP client!"
"Sir," the bank manager replied, his voice dripping with cold professionalism. "The vehicle is not being stolen. It is being legally repossessed."
"Repossessed?!" Brandon panicked, his voice cracking into a high-pitched squeak. "I pay my bills! My company makes millions!"
"You are completely insolvent, Mr. Mercer," the bank manager corrected ruthlessly.
The cinematic realism of the absolute, crushing betrayal paralyzed Brandon in his massive bedroom.
"At exactly 8:00 AM this morning, the anonymous corporate guarantor who has been secretly funding your corporate payroll and your personal mortgage for the last ten years completely withdrew their financial backing," the banker explained clinically.
Melissa began to hyperventilate. "What guarantor? Brandon, what is he talking about?!"
"Furthermore," the banker continued, entirely ignoring her panic, "your accounts have been entirely frozen pending a massive federal fraud investigation. It appears you forged a signature on a collateral document earlier this week."
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Brandon physically staggered backward, dropping his phone onto the expensive hardwood floor. His entire arrogant, billionaire lifestyle had been a complete illusion.
👉 Suddenly, a loud, aggressive pounding echoed from the heavy mahogany front doors downstairs.
