Chapter 3 - THE PENTHOUSE EVICTION
The next morning, I didn’t take the bus. I was driven home in a bulletproof Maybach to the Ashford family estate in Beacon Hill, completely bypassing the downtown condo Daniel and I had shared. That condo, as Daniel discovered at 6:00 AM, was no longer his. He and his mother, Elaine, arrived after a humiliating night in a cheap motel, only to find the electronic locks deactivated. In the hallway sat five black garbage bags containing their belongings. Elaine wept over her scuffed Louis Vuitton luggage sitting on the bare concrete, while Daniel banged his fists against the door until the building’s concierge threatened to call the police. The illusion of his wealth had evaporated overnight, leaving nothing but the reality of his incompetence.
