Chapter 4 - The Morning After
The morning sun cast long, golden rays across the manicured lawns of Willowmere, but inside the grand foyer, the atmosphere was frozen.
At precisely 8:00 AM, a sharp, authoritative knock echoed through the cavernous marble entryway. Vivian, draped in a silk robe, glided down the grand staircase with a triumphant smirk, expecting the courier bearing her salvation. She swung the heavy oak door wide open.
Instead of a courier holding a manila envelope of rescue funds, she found three stern-looking men in tailored charcoal suits.
“Can I help you?” Vivian snapped, her smile faltering. “If you’re here about the catering, come back later.”
The lead man stepped forward, flashing a gold-embossed leather folder. “Vivian Sterling? I am Marcus Vance, managing partner of Veritas Capital. I am here to serve formal notice of immediate debt acceleration and foreclosure on the estate known as Willowmere.”
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Vivian staggered backward, the color draining entirely from her face. “Foreclosure? That’s impossible! We have an anonymous benefactor backing us! Our debt was extended!”
“Your anonymous benefactor,” Marcus said coldly, stepping into the foyer uninvited, “was liquidated yesterday afternoon. Veritas Capital owns every square inch of this property, every bank account tied to your name, and every corporate asset you claim to control. You have forty-eight hours to vacate.”
