Dad... Gone?

In Alex's opulent penthouse, the soft glow of the chandelier cast shadows across the room. Alex sat, the letter from his lawyer trembling in his hands as he read the contents.

“They froze my assets,” he muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

As the words sank in, a knot formed in his stomach. The court had frozen his assets, leaving him in a precarious financial situation. The once reassuring sound of the stock market ticker now felt like a mocking reminder of his impending ruin.

“I can’t lose everything… I won’t,” he whispered to himself, his voice filled with desperation.

With each step, Alex’s pacing grew more frantic, the sound of his footsteps echoing off the marble floors.

“They froze everything! How am I supposed to come up with a billion dollars?” he exclaimed, his voice rising with panic.

On the phone, the voice of his lawyer offered hollow reassurances, but Alex could sense the underlying uncertainty in their tone.

“We’ll do our best to appeal the decision, Alex. But