Well dressed.

Humble in a way that now felt painfully rehearsed.

At first, he claimed to admire my ambition.

Later I realized he admired my access.

My wealthy clients.

My business network.

My bank accounts.

My corporate memberships.

My cards.

The things that opened doors.

I activated the lobby speaker system.

“Michael, leave the building.”

He looked directly at the security camera.

“Mariana, don’t be ridiculous. We need to talk.”

“We have nothing to discuss.”

“You froze the cards.”

“I protected accounts that belong to me.”

“You destroyed my reputation.”

I laughed.

“You tried spending over three hundred thousand dollars through my company five hours after our divorce.”

The lobby went silent.

Employees stopped walking.

A courier froze mid-step.

Even the security guards looked entertained.

Michael removed his sunglasses.

A bruise darkened his left eye.

I didn’t ask questions.

Private clubs aren’t known for their patience with customers who can’t pay.