I never told my boyfriend’s snobbish parents that I owned the bank holding their massive debt. To them, I was just a “barista with no future.” At their yacht party, his mother pushed me toward the edge of the boat and sneered, “Service staff should stay below deck,” while his father laughed, “Don’t get the furniture wet, trash.” My boyfriend adjusted his sunglasses and didn’t move. Then, a siren blared across the water. A police boat pulled up alongside the yacht… and the Bank’s Chief Legal Officer stepped aboard with a megaphone, looking directly at me. “Madam President, the foreclosure papers are ready for your signature.”

Franklin laughed and kicked at my ankle while mocking me, adding cruelty to the moment without hesitation. I looked at Logan again, searching for any sign of integrity.

He sighed and leaned back, telling me to go downstairs because I was upsetting his mother. That single decision told me everything I needed to know about him.

Before I could respond, a loud siren cut through the air and drew everyone’s attention to the horizon. A high speed boat approached quickly, followed by another vessel, both moving with purpose and authority.

A voice from a loudspeaker announced that the yacht was being boarded due to legal violations, and panic spread across the deck. Franklin dropped his cigar as confusion overtook him.

Men in dark suits boarded swiftly alongside uniformed officers, moving with precision and confidence. At the front was my chief legal officer, Daniel Mercer, carrying a portfolio.

Franklin demanded answers, but Mercer ignored him and walked directly toward me. He stopped in front of me and bowed his head slightly.

“Madam President, the foreclosure documents are ready for your signature,” he said clearly.