Chapter 10
Author: Perez Kalev
last update2026-09-06 15:56:14

At 9:00 a.m., Julian Thorne's credit card was declined while buying coffee.

He stared at the terminal. Tapped the card again. Declined. The barista — nineteen, bored, with a line of customers building behind the velvet rope — gave him the exact look Julian had spent his whole life giving other people.

"Sir, do you maybe have... a different card?"

"Run it again," Julian snapped. "Do you have any idea who—"

"It says insufficient funds, sir."

Behind him, someone snickered.

Julian threw a hundred-d
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