Isabella had almost forgotten the sound of Tyler’s voice until her phone buzzed violently on her nightstand at exactly two o’clock in the morning. She looked at the flashing screen, a calm, knowing smile gracing her lips. She answered quietly. “Isabella,” Tyler’s voice came through the line, completely strained and frantic.
“I need you to wire me some money right now. I’m in a massive legal bind out here, and the banks have frozen my immediate operating capital. I just need fifty thousand to clear a corporate compliance issue.” “I’m sorry, Tyler,” Isabella said, her voice smooth and level. “But my accounts are entirely private. I can’t help you.”
The polite facade vanished instantly. “It’s my money, Isabella!” Tyler shouted, his tone turning fiercely hostile and aggressive. “You stripped me of my house, my savings, and my commercial properties because of a few stupid emails! You ruined my financial standing, and now I’m facing a systemic crisis because of your greed! Give me what’s mine!”