Chapter 10 - The Queen's Departure
Evelyn didn't stay to watch them weep. She didn't need an apology, and she certainly wasn't going to offer them a bailout.
She smoothly folded the $27,300 invoice, slipped it back into her small silver clutch, and snapped it shut with a satisfying, final click. The sound echoed like a judge's gavel in the marble lobby.
"Excuse me, sir," the hotel’s General Manager interrupted, walking briskly up to David with two large security guards. "Since the primary sponsor has withdrawn, the outstanding balance for the labor and unrecoverable catering is currently twelve thousand dollars. I need a credit card immediately, or I will have to ask your family to leave the premises before your guests enter the lobby."
David’s knees physically buckled. He was entirely broke.
Sherry began to sob hysterically, burying her face in her hands as her wealthy country club friends began walking through the revolving doors, pointing and whispering at the pathetic, crying family in the lobby.
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Evelyn turned her back on the chaos. She walked gracefully toward the exit, her emerald green dress flowing beautifully around her. The toxic weight she had carried for years was permanently gone. She had her dignity, she had her late husband's savings, and she was entirely free.
If you were Evelyn, would you have ever given your son a second chance to apologize, or was uninviting you the ultimate, unforgivable betrayal?
