Crushing Debts
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Chapter 2: Crushing Debts
The sound of arguing woke Amelia before she even fully opened her eyes.
It was not unusual.
Arguments were part of the Quinn household the way breathing was part of life.
But something about today felt different.
Sharper.
Heavier.
She sat up slowly on her small bed, listening.
Downstairs.
Eleanor’s voice.
Robert’s voice.
Raised.
Panicked.
Amelia hesitated.
Then quietly stepped out of her room.
She didn’t go down immediately.
She had learned long ago that entering the wrong moment meant becoming part of the problem.
Instead, she stood at the top of the stairs.
And listened.
“You said the extension would be enough!” Eleanor snapped.
“It was supposed to be enough,” Robert replied sharply. “Things changed.”
“What changed?” she demanded.
“The interest rates. The investors. Everything collapsed.”
Silence followed.
Then Eleanor spoke again—but quieter this time.
“How bad is it?”
Robert didn’t answer immediately.
That hesitation was enough.
Amelia’s stomach tightened.
Finally, he spoke.
“Worse than before.”
A pause.
Then—
“They want full repayment.”
The words didn’t fully register at first.
Amelia blinked.
Repayment?
What repayment?
Eleanor let out a shaky breath.
“We don’t have that kind of money.”
“I know,” Robert said bitterly.
Amelia slowly moved back from the stairs, her mind already spinning.
Money problems were not new in this house.
But this tone—
this urgency—
was different.
This was fear.
Real fear.
By morning, the house was tense in a way Amelia had never seen before.
No one shouted at her.
No one gave orders immediately.
Instead, everyone moved around like they were pretending normal life still existed.
But it didn’t.
Amelia noticed everything.
The way Robert kept checking documents.
The way Eleanor stopped eating halfway through breakfast.
The way Sarah kept asking questions and getting ignored.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Later that afternoon, while cleaning the living room, Amelia noticed papers scattered across the table.
She shouldn’t look.
She knew that.
But curiosity is often louder than caution.
She glanced down.
Bank notices.
Loan statements.
Final warnings.
Her eyes stopped on one line.
Outstanding Debt: 600,000 USD
Her hand froze mid-motion.
Six hundred thousand.
For a moment, she thought she had misread it.
She read it again.
Still the same.
Her breath caught slightly.
That amount didn’t belong in her world.
It belonged to people on television.
Not in their small, aging house.
Her fingers tightened around the cloth in her hand.
So this was it.
This was what had been hanging over the house.
This was why the arguments had started.
She quickly folded the paper back into place.
But the number stayed in her mind.
Refusing to leave.
Days passed.
The situation did not improve.
If anything, it worsened.
Strangers began to appear.
Men in suits.
Formal voices.
Cold conversations behind closed doors.
Amelia was never invited into those rooms.
But she saw the aftermath.
Eleanor’s face getting paler.
Robert becoming quieter.
Sarah becoming more irritated.
Jason asking fewer questions.
The house was slowly collapsing inward.
One evening, Amelia was wiping down the dining table when the doorbell rang.
She opened it.
A man stood there.
Well dressed.
Calm expression.
Too calm.
He asked for Robert.
She let him in.
What followed was another closed-door meeting.
Amelia didn’t hear everything.
But she heard enough.
“…deadline…”
“…liquidation…”
“…assets…”
The words didn’t fully make sense.
But the tone did.
Threats disguised as business.
When the man left, Robert stood in the hallway for a long time without speaking.
Eleanor finally asked:
“What did he say?”
Robert swallowed.
“He gave us two weeks.”
“Two weeks for what?”
“To pay.”
Silence.
Heavy silence.
Eleanor’s voice cracked slightly.
“And if we can’t?”
Robert didn’t answer immediately.
But when he did, it was barely above a whisper.
“We lose everything.”
Everything.
Amelia stood in the kitchen doorway, listening.
Her hands slowly lowered.
Everything meant the house.
Their stability.
Their reputation.
Their remaining security.
And for the first time, she realized something unsettling.
If they lost everything…
she had nowhere to go.
The thought wasn’t dramatic.
It was simply… real.
That night, Eleanor knocked on Amelia’s door.
This alone was unusual.
Amelia opened it slowly.
Eleanor stepped inside.
She looked tired.
Not angry.
Not demanding.
Tired.
A very dangerous kind of tired.
“Sit down,” she said quietly.
Amelia hesitated.
Then obeyed.
Eleanor sat opposite her.
For a long moment, she said nothing.
Then finally—
“We need a solution.”
Amelia frowned slightly.
“A solution for what?”
Eleanor’s eyes met hers.
“The debt.”
Amelia stayed silent.
Something about her aunt’s tone made her uneasy.
Not the debt itself.
But what came next.
Eleanor continued.
“There is a way to fix it.”
Amelia’s stomach tightened.
“What way?”
Eleanor hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then she said it.
“A proposal came in.”
Amelia frowned.
“A proposal?”
“Yes.”
“What kind?”
Eleanor’s voice softened slightly.
“Employment.”
Amelia blinked.
“That’s it?”
But Eleanor didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she reached into a folder she had brought with her.
And placed a document on the bed.
Amelia stared at it.
Confused.
Then she saw the name at the top.
Knight Group Holdings
Her breath slowed.
She didn’t understand why that name felt important yet.
But it did.
Eleanor spoke again.
“It’s a private estate position.”
Amelia looked at her.
“Why are you showing me this?”
A pause.
Then Eleanor said something that made the room feel colder.
“Because they want you.”
Amelia went still.
“…me?”
“Yes.”
The word didn’t make sense.
At all.
Amelia shook her head slightly.
“No. That doesn’t—why would a company like that want me?”
Eleanor avoided her gaze.
“Because this arrangement comes with conditions.”
Amelia’s heartbeat slowed.
Something inside her tightened.
“What conditions?”
Eleanor finally looked at her again.
And for the first time, Amelia saw something she had never seen before in her aunt’s eyes.
Uncertainty.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Eleanor said quietly.
Then she stood.
And left.
Amelia remained seated long after the door closed.
Her eyes fixed on the document.
Knight Group Holdings.
She had no idea what it meant yet.
No idea what was coming.
No idea why her life was suddenly circling around strangers she had never met.
But one thing was certain.
Whatever this “proposal” was…
it was not going to be simple.
And somehow—
she was already at the center of it.
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