Last Straw

Claire stayed over that night. I gave her a sedative when she couldn’t sleep. Then I went back to my room. Keeping an eye on the baby monitor, I inventoried my assets. I had about thirty million dollars in cash, not enough to pay back the $50 million bank loan. I might have to sell the apartment, or the café. I also held the title deeds to Kieran’s seaside villa, which could probably fetch ten million on the market. But I was reluctant to sell it. The house contained so many memories of Kieran and me. I rubbed my temples and leaned back in the chair, exhaling loudly. This was such a mess. How did Claire get roped into giving up almost two billion dollars? The whole thing smelled fishy. Mulling it over, I dialled a number. Kingsley picked up on the second ring. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hi, sorry to bother you at this hour.’ I just realised it was almost midnight. ‘I can call back.’ ‘It’s fine. I’m up anyway. What’s going on?’ ‘I was wondering if you could help me check out a company. It claims to be a