Can they have the million dollar necklace Ewan had given her as a birthday gift last year?
No! How could she make such an unfair trade?!
She shakingly dialed her father’s number again. Fortunately for her, he picked.
"Hello Dad..." She exhaled harshly in relief as she turned her back to the chief waiter and his subordinate.
"What is the problem, Fiona? Why have you been calling consistently?"
Fiona sighed at the irritation in her father’s voice. It informed her of how crazy he would get when he finally heard what happened.
But Fiona was banking on the fact that he would never leave her hanging dry in trouble, that he would never leave her stranded.
"Dad, I’m in a fix."
"You’re always in a fix, Fiona. What exactly is the problem this time around?"
Fiona inhaled deeply before narrating the story of the evening to her father. When she was done, the other side of the line was quiet.
Why? Did something happen?
"Dad?"
There was no response.
She turned to look at the waiters, and noticed that it was only the head waiter waiting, that he already looked impatient, and that the other waiter was already attending to the next table.
"So, Fiona, in the current state of things, you squandered thousands of dollars just to eat for one night?"
A pause.
"Don’t you have a conscience? Don’t you ever think about somebody other than yourself? Why are you so selfish?!"
The last statement was basically so loud that Fiona removed the phone from her ear, stared at it for a second, before returning it to her ear.
"So now, you want me to send you the money, since Ewan has blocked your cards?"
"Yes Dad..." She replied meekly, only because her father’s voice was now lower.
"You are a fool..."
Fiona staggered under the weight of that insult. Her father had never treated her that way.
"All the years you have spent with Ewan, and you don’t have a spare account where you keep money since you refused to work?"
Fiona had no answer for her father.
"You are a fool, Fiona, and for the first time in your life, I’m glad you’re stranded. Maybe, it’s time for you to be taught a real life lesson."
Fear gripped Fiona. She knew that whatever was coming next won’t be good.
"By your efforts alone, the company is already folding up. Athena was right. I have to sell out, if I have any chance of seeing some amount of money. In essence, the money you are looking for isn’t with me. So, for once in your life, Fiona, sort yourself out."
Then the call ended.
Fiona shook her head in unbelief, and tried the number again. This time around, it went straight to voicemail.
Did her father just block her number?
Fiona was eroded with shock, so much so that when the chief waiter tapped her impatiently on the shoulder, she didn’t feel it.
Not until he grasped her roughly, and turned her toward himself.
"Are you stupid?! How dare you touch me like that?! Do you know who I am?"
The chief waiter sneered at her. "Just pay up, madam. You’re wasting my time."
"Give me a minute more!"
The chief waiter stomped his foot on the floor in irritation, and sat on the seat. "You have two minutes. Subsequently, I’ll call security on you, after collecting the necklace."
Fiona ignored him. Who else could she call?
She reverted to the phone to call her friends, but stopped. If her father didn’t help her, was it then her friends?
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