I never told my boyfriend’s snobbish parents that I owned the bank holding their massive debt. To them, I was just a “barista with no future.” At their yacht party, his mother pushed me toward the edge of the boat and sneered, “Service staff should stay below deck,” while his father laughed, “Don’t get the furniture wet, trash.” My boyfriend adjusted his sunglasses and didn’t move. Then, a siren blared across the water. A police boat pulled up alongside the yacht… and the Bank’s Chief Legal Officer stepped aboard with a megaphone, looking directly at me. “Madam President, the foreclosure papers are ready for your signature.” – usnews 0/2

Chapter 5: The Severance Package

The sound of Victoria’s wailing was fading as the police boat’s engines idled, waiting for the final passenger.

I stared at Liam. I looked at the man who had watched me almost fall into the ocean and worried about the furniture.

“We?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, us,” Liam said, gaining confidence. He reached for my hand. “I know they were awful. I’ve always said they were awful, right? But you and me… we’re a team. I can help you manage this. I know the yacht, I know the crew.”

I pulled my hand away before he could touch me.

“There is no ‘we’, Liam,” I said. “You stood there and watched them push me. You adjusted your sunglasses.”

Liam blinked. “I was… I was shocked! I didn’t know what to do! I was protecting you by not escalating it!”