Chapter 5 - THE FREEZING OF ASSETS
The next morning,
bright and early,
Vanessa walked down,
to her garage,
wanting to drive,
to her lawyer.
She pressed button,
on her key,
but her sports,
car did not,
unlock at all.
A flatbed truck,
was parked outside,
with two men,
hooking her car,
lifting it up.
"What are you,"
"doing with car,"
she screamed out,
running toward them,
waving her hands.
"Orders from Arthur,"
the driver said,
showing the papers,
"repossession of property,"
"step back lady."
Vanessa stood there,
gasping for breath,
as her favorite,
luxury ride was,
taken away clear.
She ran back,
to her front,
door of house,
trying to enter,
using her key.
The lock was,
completely new now,
the key would,
not turn round,
trapping her outside.
Marcus stepped out,
from the shadows,
holding a box,
with her clothes,
tossing it down.
"You are evicted,"
Marcus said cold,
"by order of,"
"the property owner,"
"grandfather Arthur Vance."
"You cannot do,"
"this to me,"
she shrieked wildly,
"I am a,"
"Vance family member!"
"Not anymore clear,"
Marcus replied smoothly,
"your cards are,"
"cancelled completely now,"
"you have nothing."
She pulled phone,
checking her app,
seeing the balance,
show zero dollars,
on every account.
Her luxury life,
built on privilege,
vanished in seconds,
leaving her broke,
on the street.
She sat down,
on her box,
crying tears of,
pure bitter anger,
hating Olivia more.
She grabbed phone,
calling Aunt Helen,
begging for help,
asking for place,
to stay night.
Helen answered voice,
shaking with fear,
"do not call,"
"me ever again,"
"Vanessa you monster."
"My boutique is,"
"being protested now,"
"customers are leaving,"
"I am ruined,"
"because of you."
Helen hung up,
leaving Vanessa alone,
in the cold,
with her thoughts,
and her shame.
She had no,
real friends left,
only shallow people,
who loved money,
now gone away.
She looked at,
her expensive nails,
now chipped bad,
from her breakdown,
feeling the defeat.
But her mind,
did not learn,
she wanted revenge,
on the pregnant,
girl who won.
She stood up,
carrying her box,
walking down road,
seeking a taxi,
with pocket cash.
But the world,
knew her face,
no taxi stopped,
leaving her walking,
in dirt road.
The viral execution,
was working perfectly,
stripping her power,
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