From Debt To Destiny
ver. The last blow was given by the voice on the other
. We will have to file a lawsuit if the $32,457 r
eflecting hers. $32,457. A mound of debt that had accumulated from all the medical bi
t, had faded into memory. The smell of stale instant ramen hung heav
r mind to concentrate. Nothing would be resolved by denial. She
her graduation day. A sense of remorse accompanied the warmth that sprang in her chest. She was dr
idiculous hypothetical during a talk with her father. "Marie, what would you
. A desperate hope began to germinate in her hea
hours searching the internet, optimism and cynicism at odds. Then one classified a
Significant Recompens
th cautious hope, Marie outlined her predicament in a brief email. After pressing
t morning with the subj
and terror. This was just crazy. Wha
appropriate for the interview a blue skirt suit that belonged to her mother and practice her responses.
anhattan high-rise, her own anxiety mirrored in their glossy surface. She took a deep breath, pushed open
y styled, gave her a fleeting look before whispering, "M
se with each level. Would Mr. Kings be some kind of hide
legance. A guy sat absorbed in a file across the room. He glanced up as Marie
n an emotionless voice
into it, conscious of the sharp contrast betwee
sement," the guy said, mai
self, "but it all seems
than stoicism. "Ms. Green, in times of despair, extreme actio
at, Marie swallowed. "
d his fingers together. "I need a
almost overwhelming her. And yet here she was, imprisoned in the opulent ch
her voice hardly audible abov
. Kings. There was a glint of fatigue in his expres
.expectations. One being an heir
"Despite its dazzling appearance, this life may b
c setting. However, Marie could see the desperation in h
this...arrangement?" she enquired, r
"In public settings. Galas for charities. social gatherings. John
ivately?" Marie's vo
eyes, he caught her gaze. "Different bedrooms. lives th
ray of optimism it provided. A strong incentive for her was financial independenc
audible as she said, "A
Someone who would be able to pay off her debt, ensure her future, and
d blue eyes and disconnected haughtiness. However, Marie saw signs of desperation. He was a
ease tell me more about the expectations," she asked, her vo
f reluctant respect. He straightened in his chair, and Marie
emely clear before we go any further. This is a propo
ration. This would be a loveless marriage with no love. But sh