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Chapter 2 - The Greenwich EvictionThe night air was freezing as Caldwell, Eleanor, and Sloan stood on the sidewalk outside the Plaza.

"Call the driver!" Eleanor snapped at Caldwell, shivering in the wind. "This is absurd. We're going home, and tomorrow you're calling your lawyers. We will destroy that ungrateful brat."

Caldwell pulled out his phone, his hands shaking. He dialed his private chauffeur. The number you have reached is no longer in service.

"He's not answering," Caldwell muttered. He pulled out his Vance Global corporate Amex to hail a luxury black car. As the driver swiped it, the machine let out a loud, obnoxious beep. Declined.

Sloan watched with wide eyes. "Caldwell... your card declined."

"It's a glitch!" he barked. He pulled out his personal platinum card. Declined. His checking debit. Declined.

Thirty minutes later, the three of them were forced to take a yellow cab to the Greenwich, Connecticut estate, with Sloan paying the ninety-dollar fare. But when the cab pulled up to the massive iron gates of the mansion, Caldwell’s nightmare deepened.

Floodlights illuminated the driveway. Four massive moving trucks were parked on the lawn. A team of men in uniforms were rolling Caldwell's custom golf clubs, his mother’s antique vases, and his designer suits out the front door, tossing them carelessly into cardboard boxes.

At the center of the driveway, a tow truck was hooking up Caldwell's prized Ferrari.

"Hey! Stop!" Caldwell sprinted up the driveway. "That's my car! This is my house!"

A burly man with a clipboard stepped forward. "Caldwell Vance?"

"Yes! Put my things back immediately!"

"Sorry, buddy. We have a court-ordered repossession and eviction notice signed by the property owner, Vanguard Holdings." The man tapped his clipboard. "Which is entirely owned by a Ms. Saraphina Vance. You have ten minutes to collect whatever personal underwear you can carry. Everything else belongs to the estate."

Eleanor collapsed onto the manicured lawn, weeping hysterically. Sloan stood frozen by the cab, looking from the towering mansion to the broke, humiliated man she had thrown her life away for. Slowly, Sloan backed away, got back into the waiting yellow cab, and locked the door.

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"Sloan! Wait!" Caldwell yelled.

But the cab sped off into the night, leaving Caldwell standing in the cold with absolutely nothing.

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