I had barely checked into a hotel when my phone lit up with a string of notifications.
Your supplementary card ending in 6688 has been frozen.
Within three minutes, every bank card Fred had ever given me was frozen. Every single one.
Then a message from him.
"Since you won't accept my offer, consider it a voluntary forfeiture. When you're out on the street and starving, don't you dare come crawling back to me."
I read the message and let out a cold laugh.
So his assistant had run straight back to him with every word.
Just then, Alfred Graves called.
"Miss Pruitt, when shall I come to pick you up?"
"No rush. I want to see what other stupid moves Fred makes next."
I smiled to myself.
Early the next morning, Fred's call dragged me out of sleep.
"Winifred! Where the hell have you been?"
He was screaming into the phone.
I held it away from my ear and waited for his tantrum to burn out before yawning. "Say what you came to say."
That only made him worse.
"Did you leak it to the bank? That our last project had a delayed repayment? Why did the bank suddenly notify us today that the loan won't be approved?"
Hearing the tremor in his voice, I felt nothing but pure satisfaction.