Chapter 3 - Insufficient Funds
A thousand miles away in Cabo San Lucas, Julian and Beatrice were lounging in a private cabana at a five-star resort. I knew this because Julian’s Instagram story had just updated: a picture of two $40 cocktails against a pristine ocean backdrop, captioned: Much needed peace and quiet.
The peace didn't last.
According to the hotel manager, whom Evelyn had contacted to serve legal notice regarding the frozen assets, the scene unfolded brilliantly at dinner. Julian had tried to pay for a $600 seafood tower and vintage champagne using his black card.
Declined.
Annoyed, he handed the waiter a second card.
Declined.
Julian, his face flushing red, had demanded they run it again, accusing the Mexican resort of having faulty machines. Beatrice, embarrassed by the scene, sighed and pulled out her own premium credit card—an extension of Julian’s account.
Declined.
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The hotel manager politely informed them that their entire line of credit had been suspended by the issuing bank due to suspected fraud and legal injunctions. Furthermore, the resort required a valid card on file to maintain their reservation for the penthouse suite. Since they couldn't provide one, they were given exactly one hour to pack their bags and vacate the premises.
My phone rang at 11:45 PM. The caller ID flashed: Julian. I silenced it. He called five more times. I blocked the number, pulled the hospital blanket up over my shoulders, and went to sleep.
