Chapter 6 - The Reality Check at the Gates

Thatcher slammed his brakes outside the luxury extended-stay hotel downtown, throwing his car into park and storming through the sliding glass lobby doors. He demanded Eloin's room number from the front desk, but the receptionist firmly refused to give out guest information without authorization.
Desperate, Thatcher pulled out his phone and tried calling her yet again, only to be met with an immediate busy signal. He was blocked.
Frustrated and humiliated, he sped back toward the family estate. By the time he pulled through the wrought-iron security gates, the atmosphere inside the mansion was bordering on riotous.
The private chef had already packed his knives and left, refusing to work another hour without guaranteed payment. The landscaping crew was parked outside in their trucks, holding their tools and demanding their weekly payroll before they would lift another finger.
Lorelai was sitting rigidly in the parlor, her phone clutched so tightly in her hand her knuckles were stark white.
"Did you find her?" Lorelai demanded the second Thatcher walked through the double doors.
"She blocked me," Thatcher snapped, running a hand through his hair in distress. "She’s not answering my calls, the hotel wouldn't let me up, and the bank locked every single asset. Mom, what are we going to do? We have zero cash in our personal checking accounts!"
"Call your brother, Richard," Lorelai ordered sharply. "He lives in the city. Surely he can spot us a few thousand dollars until we sort this legal mess out."
Thatcher immediately dialed Richard. After three rings, his brother picked up, sounding annoyed.
"What do you want, Thatcher? I'm in the middle of a meeting," Richard barked.
"Rich, I need a massive favor," Thatcher pleaded, lowering his voice. "We hit a temporary snag with the family trust accounts. Eloin... well, she locked things up temporarily. Can you wire us ten grand for household expenses today?"
Richard burst out laughing on the other end of the line. "Ten grand? Are you out of your mind? My corporate cards just got declined too, idiot! Didn't you know? Mom made us link our secondary accounts to the primary trust structure last year for tax purposes. My company payroll routing just bounced!"
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Thatcher froze, the blood draining from his face. "Wait... your accounts are frozen too?"
"Everything is locked tight," Richard yelled angrily. "Fix this with your wife right now, or we're all going to be living on the street by the end of the week!" Click.