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Chapter 4 - Rats Fleeing a Sinking ShipCaldwell sat in a dingy diner in Queens. Across from him sat Sloan. She wore large sunglasses, looking around as if the cheap vinyl booths might infect her with poverty.

"Sloan, baby, you have to listen to me," Caldwell begged, reaching for her hands. She pulled them away. "It's a temporary freeze. My lawyers are going to tear her apart in divorce court. I just need to borrow fifty thousand dollars to retain the bulldog attorney I found. I know you have it. I bought you that diamond tennis bracelet last month—just pawn it."

Sloan lowered her sunglasses, looking at Caldwell as if he were a rotting piece of meat.

"Pawn my jewelry? For you?" she scoffed. "Caldwell, I didn't date a married man to finance his legal battles. I dated you because you were supposed to leave your boring wife and give me a penthouse."

"I love you!" he hissed.

"You loved the fact that I made you feel young," Sloan corrected sharply. She stood up, throwing a five-dollar bill on the table for her coffee. "You're broke, Caldwell. And honestly? Without the money and the power... you're just an aging, pathetic man. Don't call me again."

As Sloan walked out of the diner, Caldwell’s phone buzzed. It was his mother.

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"Caldwell!" Eleanor shrieked into the phone. "The country club just canceled my membership! In front of Margaret and Susan! And my landlord says the rent on my condo hasn't been paid! You need to fix this right now!"

Caldwell slammed his head onto the sticky diner table, the walls of his fake empire finally crushing him.

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