On the screen of .s.my phone appeared a notification from the bank. I lifted the machine and read the sum twice, convinced that my eyes play tricks.
$640,000.
Below the amount appears the name of the trader: APEX PRIVATE COLLECTION.
And underneath, in red letters, it said: REJECTED TRANSACTION. CARD BLOCKED.
I was left with my phone in my hand, without saying anything. My father, standing in front of me, raised his gaze from the newspaper.
- How much? He asked me.
Six hundred and forty thousand dollars.
He didn’t seem surprised.
He folded the newspaper, placed it next to the plate and sighed.
For a piece of jewelry, I suppose.
I looked at him.
How do you know?
“Because Julian was never interested in cheap things, especially when someone else paid for them.
I felt the anger begin to replace sadness. Only a few hours ago, that man had told me in front of the court that I am just a life lesson. Now he was trying to buy a collector of over half a million dollars for his mistress, using my company’s card.
