Twenty-Four

Anthony

At first glance, Easy Money Ventures looked like a random, harmless structure. It looked like the headquarters of a legitimate enterprise, except that it wasn't. 

Only victims like me knew the cruel bastards that ran this place. 

I stood before the building, staring at the slanted walls and windows tinted and reinforced with bulletproof glass. 

Easy Money indeed, I thought bitterly. The bastards hid behind their glossy front, pretending to help people with loans. In reality, they preyed on the desperate, sucking them dry with ridiculous interest rates and contracts designed to trap them.

Standing there, I contemplated my next move. Should I go in calmly and try to reason with them? 

Explain that while they had taken the money I owed them, the rest wasn’t mine and needed to be returned. 

Or should I demand my money