Memories of that day slipped into my mind and itched my brain. “Gosh. How could I have been so stupid?” I muttered. I hadn’t even paid the loan sharks, and now another debt had embraced me. Life seemed like it had a “buy one, get one free” deal on disasters.
My eyes fell on the plaintiff’s name, Mr. Zain Adiaga.
Inside the envelope, I noticed a contact card and reached out for my phone and dialled the number.
The dial filled my ears, followed by a deep velvety voice. “This must be Elizabeth.”
My chest tightened. How did I know who I was? “Yes.”
Before I could proceed further, he continued. “You’ve received the petition, I assume. I did a background search—it seems you don’t have the means to pay.”
“So why serve me, knowing that?” My voice tightened.
A chuckle came from the other end of the call. “I don’t want your money.” His voice dropped, a dark undertone creeping in. “I want something else.”
A question gnawed at my mind. What does this man want from me now?”
Elizabeth
The evening next day came too soon and I stood before the full-length mirror, observing my outfit. The black gown was just a little above my knees. The quality of the dress reflected my broken bank account.