The freezing November rain lashed against the cracked window of the cheap motel room.
Vincent sat on the edge of the sagging mattress, staring blankly at the crumpled newspaper on the floor. His hands, which had once painted masterpieces in a sunlit rooftop studio, were now trembling and stained with cheap nicotine. He hadn't slept in days. The eighty million dollar debt hovered over him like a physical weight, crushing his spine. Stella had vanished, taking whatever cash she could scrape together, leaving him alone to face the impending federal charges.
But the debt wasn't what had completely shattered him today.
It was the small obituary in the business section of the newspaper.
Evelyn, Founder and CEO of Nexus Tech, passed away due to sudden heart failure at the age of twenty-eight.
