Chapter 13 - Desperate Measures
Panic, blind and absolute, gripped the Kinnard household. Eleanor collapsed onto the velvet sofa, weeping hysterically as her designer handbag spilled its contents across the rug.
"This is a mistake! There’s been an error!" Eleanor shrieked, grabbing the officer’s coat sleeve. "Call my lawyer! Call Truett Barlow! He has billions! He can pay this off with pocket change!"
"Ma'am, Mr. Barlow's corporate conglomerate bought out the primary debt portfolio on this estate three days ago," the officer replied coldly, removing her hand from his coat. "If you wish to negotiate a settlement, you will have to take it up with Barlow Enterprises' new acquisitions director."
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Eleanor’s blood froze. Barlow Enterprises. The very company owned by the man she had insulted, the man whose proposals her daughters had botched, and the company now employing the daughter she had cast out into the street.
Trembling with humiliation, Eleanor grabbed her phone, dialed Vada’s old mobile number, and listened to the hollow ringing tone, praying to any god that would listen that her discarded daughter would answer.
