Chapter 9 - The Declined Card
I calmly reached into my highly expensive, designer leather purse and smoothly pulled out a heavy, highly exclusive black titanium credit card adorned with pristine gold lettering.
I absolutely did not use my own highly funded, personal corporate credit card that currently contained multi-millions of dollars in easily, instantly available liquid funds.
Instead, I highly strategically used a very specific, incredibly old card linked directly to a hidden joint family offshore account that my father had desperately, highly illegally tried to hide from the federal government.
I had legally, flawlessly used my immense, highly absolute power as the sole, undisputed executor of the massive Harrington Estate to quietly, permanently freeze that highly specific, heavily funded account this very morning.
I gracefully raised my hand slightly in the air, and the highly attentive, incredibly professional waiter immediately, instantly approached my side of the massive, completely silent table.
I calmly handed him the sleek black card and explicitly, highly clearly instructed him to run the charge for the entire, massive, multi-thousand dollar amount printed on the receipt.
The incredibly chaotic scene that unfolded next was absolutely, entirely perfect and is precisely, flawlessly captured in the exact, highly dramatic scene shown in the file named image_392acc.jpg.
I sat incredibly, completely calmly at the table, gently holding the sleek black card with an undeniable aura of absolute, completely untouchable, and highly intimidating grace.
The highly professional waiter stood politely beside me, holding the digital card reader machine completely upright and directly facing my completely horrified, highly panicking family members.
The incredibly bright digital screen of the payment machine clearly, undeniably displayed the single word DECLINED in glowing, incredibly harsh, and highly visible red letters for absolutely everyone to easily see.
My mother violently leaped out of her expensive chair with her mouth hanging incredibly wide open while aggressively, frantically pointing a violently trembling, highly manicured finger directly at the small machine.
My father aggressively stood up in absolute, total shock, his previously red face turning completely, sickeningly pale as he stared in absolute, unadulterated horror at the completely, undeniably rejected payment.
My sisters and highly obnoxious cousins placed their hands completely over their open mouths in sheer, absolute panic and utter, completely mind-numbing disbelief at the rapidly unfolding financial disaster.
The massive, highly extravagant silver platter containing the bright red, completely untouched giant lobsters sat directly beside the highly official, incredibly powerful Harrington Estate Last Will and Testament legal documents.
The vintage, highly cherished black and white photographs of my late grandmother rested incredibly peacefully on the white tablecloth as a silent, deeply powerful testament to her incredibly enduring, highly protective power.
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I calmly, completely fearlessly looked directly at my highly panicking father and explicitly, loudly told him that it entirely appeared his highly secret, deeply illegal offshore funds had finally been completely, permanently frozen.
I further, incredibly calmly explained to the absolutely silent room that the highest federal authorities were currently, actively investigating the massive, highly complex tax fraud I had personally, highly thoroughly reported earlier that exact week.
