"Your money?"
"Yes, Mr. Eisenhardt borrowed a sum of money from us and that amount owed, plus interest, is now 80 million dollars! You have one day to raise the money. We will call you again this time tomorrow. Don't call the cops. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless if he loses an arm or a leg!"
The man hung up abruptly, leaving only an incessant beeping in his wake.
The phone slipped out of Regina's hand and she collapsed on the sofa with despair. Tears burst from her eyes as she moaned Conrad's name, looking funny but yet pitiful at the same time.
No longer the refined lady she usually looked like, she looked more like a tempestuous termagant spoiling for a fight.
But one could hardly blame her; any woman in her shoes would have gone mad too.
No one could talk sense i
