“Gabriel, I can’t believe this is who you really are. The card was in your hand. The signatures are yours. And now you’re telling me it wasn’t you? What, you think I spent that money?”
“I’m a CEO. I can drop five hundred thousand without blinking—I don’t need to scam a penny out of you!” she seethed.
That was exactly what I wanted to ask her.
So I asked it back.
She laughed angrily, then turned to our stunned coworkers and practically shouted, "I didn’t want to air our dirty laundry, but some people really don’t know how to be ashamed. Fine—let’s have everyone be the judge!”
“You all know that Gabriel and I were engaged through a family arrangement made by our grandparents. After he graduated, I honored that promise and threw him a grand engagement party. I even gave him a credit card to use freely, to show my love for him. At first, he refused to touch it, even made me beg him to spend my money. And the result...”
Phoebe shook the stack of receipts in her hand, her voice was as cold as ice.
“Everyone, take a good look—he maxed out five hundred thousand dollars in just three days, and it was all spent on luxury goods!”