My Sister’s Wedding Planner Needed $80K, Not Knowing I Owned The Venue! | Koala Revenge
My sister, luxury wedding planner, called me on a Tuesday morning with a ridiculous demand. We need an extra $80,000 for the venue by noon, she said, her voice dripping with condescension.
When I told her I did not have that kind of money lying around for a party, she chuckled. I know you are just a low-level event coordinator, darling, but your family is tapped out. Beg or borrow it or the wedding is off.
I simply smiled into the receiver. Have the owner of the estate contact me directly? I replied and ended the call.
20 minutes later, my phone lit up with a furious message from my sister. My name is Gwen. I am 33 years old and for the past 15 years, I have been the black sheep of my family.
I am a hospitality and real estate executive, though my family firmly believes I am a struggling assistant planning cheap corporate retreats. Before I continue this story, let me know where you are watching from in the comments below. Hit like and subscribe if you have ever been underestimated by the people who should have supported you the most.
The morning started peacefully in my Manhattan penthouse overlooking Central Park. I had poured myself a cup of black coffee and opened my laptop to review the latest acquisition reports for Horizon Holdings. That is the real estate empire I built from nothing after my parents kicked me out of their house.
I was in the middle of reading a financial breakdown when my personal cell phone rang. The caller ID showed an unknown number. I answered it with my usual professional greeting.
Is this Gwen? A sharp nasal voice demanded on the other end of the line. I did not even get a chance to confirm before she launched into her tirade.
This is Jazelle. I am the premier wedding planner for your sister, Ashley. We have a massive crisis and you need to fix it immediately.
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