Chapter 7 - The Empire Crumbles
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Tight shot on Grant's face. All the color completely drained from his cheeks, leaving him looking sickly and pale under the bright rooftop sunlight. His arrogant, mocking smirk was entirely gone, replaced by sheer, suffocating financial terror.
The bank had secretly triggered the debt covenant. His largest holding company was already frozen. By tomorrow at noon, his stock would plummet to zero, his assets would be seized by federal regulators, and his offshore accounts would be locked. He wasn't just losing money; he was losing his total net worth, his properties, and his freedom. He was entirely ruined.
The broke waitress hadn't given him a stock tip. She had given him his own financial obituary.
A subtle, powerful emotional pause hung over the table as the gravity of his destruction settled into his bones. The heavy gold watch on his wrist suddenly felt like a handcuff.
Grant slowly looked up from his phone, his breathing erratic and shallow. He stared at the 28-year-old woman in the pink waitress uniform.
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"How did you know this?" Grant asked, his voice breathless, terrified, and completely stripped of all its former power.
👉 Grant demanded an answer, but Fiona's true identity was about to deliver the final, lethal blow to his ego.
