My father told me to change every bank card PIN just five minutes after the divorce, and I obeyed without asking why
after our divorce.”
The lobby went still.
Two junior designers near the elevators turned to stare. A courier froze with a stack of samples in his arms. Even the security guards seemed to enjoy the silence that followed.
Daniel removed his sunglasses slowly. The edge of his left eye was bruised purple.
I almost asked what had happened. Then I remembered Aurum House had private security and a strict policy about unpaid bills.
“You planned this,” he said.
“No. You planned a night you couldn’t pay for. I changed PINs on accounts that belonged to me.”
“You knew I still had the card.”
“And you knew it wasn’t yours.”
His face flushed dark red.
My father stepped into my office behind me, carrying a folder and two coffees. He had driven in before sunrise, saying only, “People who threaten you at night often explain themselves by morning.”
He set the folder on my desk and nodded toward the monitor. “Let him keep talking.”
Daniel did.
“You think that club will choose you over me?” he snapped. “I know people there.”
