Chapter 2 - THE FIRST ACCOUNT FELL
Back at the mansion, the laughter continued for nearly ten minutes after Mariana left.
Andrew poured himself another glass of whiskey.
Brenda stood beside the fireplace, accepting congratulations from guests who assumed she would soon become the new woman of the house.
Margaret ordered the staff to remove every photograph of Mariana before morning.
“She was always dramatic,” Margaret said.
“She’ll stay at some cheap hotel, realize she has nowhere else to go, and come crawling back.”
Andrew lifted his glass.
“She won’t get through the gate unless she apologizes.”
Brenda smiled.
“And when she does?”
Andrew looked at her slowly.
“She signs the divorce papers.”
A few guests laughed.
Others remained silent.
Some of them had noticed something unsettling in Mariana’s final expression.
She had not looked frightened.
She had looked certain.
Andrew’s phone rang.
The caller was the manager of his private bank.
He almost ignored it.
Then he answered with an irritated sigh.
“This had better be important.”
“Mr. Whitmore, we have an urgent issue involving your accounts.”
“What issue?”
“Several credit facilities were suspended fifteen minutes ago.”
Andrew frowned.
“That’s impossible.”
“They were secured by Escalante Capital guarantees.”
The room suddenly seemed quieter.
Andrew turned away from the guests.
“My company has its own credit.”
“Whitmore Global has operating accounts, but most of its major loans are supported by guarantees issued through Escalante-controlled entities.”
“That arrangement cannot be changed without my approval.”
“According to the documents, it can.”
Andrew tightened his grip around the phone.
“Restore everything.”
“We cannot do that.”
“I am Andrew Whitmore.”
“I understand.”
“Then you understand that I can move every account away from your bank by sunrise.”
The banker hesitated.
“Mr. Whitmore, the accounts are already restricted.”
The call ended.
Andrew stared at the dark screen.
Brenda approached him.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
His phone vibrated again.
Then again.
Three messages appeared within seconds.
His corporate card had been declined.
His personal investment account had been placed under compliance review.
The payment for one of his luxury vehicles had failed.
Margaret noticed his expression.
“What is it?”
Andrew forced a laugh.
“A technical problem.”
The front door opened.
The mansion’s estate manager, Mrs. Ellis, entered holding a tablet.
“Mr. Whitmore, the household operating account has been suspended.”
Andrew turned toward her.
“What?”
“The staff payroll system is no longer accessible.”
“Use another account.”
“We attempted to do that.”
“And?”
“The secondary account is also controlled by Escalante Property Holdings.”
Margaret’s face changed.
“That cannot be right.”
Mrs. Ellis lowered her gaze.
“The mansion is registered under Escalante Property Holdings as well.”
Silence spread through the room.
Brenda stopped smiling.
Andrew walked toward Mrs. Ellis.
“This is my house.”
“The deed lists an Escalante trust as the legal owner.”
“I paid for this house.”
Mrs. Ellis hesitated.
“The purchase records indicate that the trust paid for it.”
Andrew snatched the tablet from her hands.
The documents were genuine.
The signature at the bottom belonged to Mariana.
He remembered signing dozens of papers during the purchase.
He had barely read them.
Mariana had told him she was handling the financing.
He had assumed she was arranging another loan in his name.
Instead, she had bought the mansion through her family’s trust and allowed him to live there.
Brenda reached for his arm.
“Andrew, say something.”
He looked toward the front doors Mariana had walked through less than an hour earlier.
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For the first time, he understood that her warning had not been a threat.
It had been a statement of fact.
