The vibration of my phone against the granite kitchen island cut straight through the quiet hum of the refrigerator. The clock on the microwave read exactly seven in the morning.
When your phone rings at that hour and the caller ID shows the corporate routing number for your bank, you do not let it go to voicemail.
I slid my thumb across the screen. “This is Sloan.”
“Sloan, it’s David Sterling, branch director at the downtown office.” His voice had been stripped of all the polished banking pleasantries we exchanged during my quarterly portfolio reviews. It sounded tight, filtered through a layer of institutional panic. “I know it’s before business hours. I need you to confirm you’re somewhere private. And I need you to sit down.”
I did not sit down. I reached over and switched off the coffee grinder.
“I’m standing, David. Tell me what’s on your screen.”
I heard the heavy click of a mechanical mouse through the receiver.
“Our automated fraud division initiated a hard lock on your profile at three o’clock this morning,” he said, speaking fast. “Sloan, there is exactly one hundred thousand dollars in credit card debt registered under your Social Security number. The account was opened twenty-two days ago, fast-tracked to a signature tier, and completely maxed out over the weekend through a series of luxury retail transactions and vendor deposits.”
The morning light coming through my kitchen window suddenly seemed too sharp for the room.
I did not drop the phone. I did not ask how the universe could permit such a thing. I skipped past the emotional shock entirely and went straight to logistics.
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