Chapter 6 - The Desperate Demands
As the thirty-day eviction deadline approached, my family’s desperation reached a fever pitch.
My sister, Jenny, tried a new tactic: she showed up at my office building.
I was walking out to the lobby to grab a delivery when I saw her standing near the security desk. She looked exhausted. Her expensive highlight job was showing dark roots, and she was wearing a coat that looked several seasons old. Without my financial backing, her credit cards had been shut down, and her husband’s modest salary was clearly failing to support her lifestyle.
"Clara!" she called out, spotting me. She tried to push past the security gate, but the guard held his arm out.
"It’s okay, Frank," I told the guard. "I'll talk to her out here."
I walked over to the seating area in the lobby, keeping my distance. "What do you want, Jenny?"
"We need to talk," she said, her voice tight, trying to sound controlled but failing. "Mom is a wreck. She’s packing up her things in boxes, Clara. Cardboard boxes. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is for her to have moving trucks parked in the driveway? The neighbors are talking!"
"They’ll find something else to talk about soon enough," I said. "Are they moving to the townhouse Marcus proposed? The rent is very reasonable, and I offered to waive their security deposit as a gesture of goodwill."
"A townhouse?" Jenny spat, her eyes flashing with anger. "In Westfield? That neighborhood is... it’s practically middle-class, Clara! There isn't even a gated entrance! How can you expect them to live there after thirty years in Elm Heights?"
"Then they can buy a house they can actually afford," I said. "But they can’t live in mine."
"And what about my kids?" Jenny demanded, stepping closer. "Because of you, I had to pull Leo out of his private academy. He’s in public school now! He has to take a bus! He cried for three days!"
I looked at my sister, feeling a profound sense of pity. She had spent her entire life building a fragile tower of social status out of cards that I had paid for. Now that the tower had fallen, she didn't know how to stand on her own two feet.
"Taking a bus won't kill him, Jenny," I said quietly. "In fact, it might teach him that he’s no better than anyone else. Just like you need to learn."
"You’re a monster," she whispered, her voice shaking with venom. "You’ve let a little bit of money turn you into a cold, heartless bitch. You’re destroying this family over a stupid comment about a baby."
"No," I corrected her, my voice firm and unwavering. "I’m protecting my daughter from a family that would teach her her worth is based on her utility. I’m showing her what it looks like to have a mother who stands up for her. If that makes me a monster in your eyes, then I will gladly wear the crown."
I turned around and walked back toward the security gates.
"Clara! Don't you dare walk away from me!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the marble lobby.
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Frank, the security guard, stepped forward, his hand resting on his belt. "Ma'am, you need to leave the premises immediately, or I will call the police."
I didn't look back as the heavy glass doors closed behind me.
