Now, things feel strange. He starts sweating and feels the heat burn his face while noticing the onlookers. Some try to mask their interest in the obvious scene unfolding, while others stare intensely. Probably the types that rubberneck at every accident, he thinks.
He makes one last attempt with his company credit card. It’s not a business trip, but it’s worth a shot.
That one comes back declined, too.
Something’s clearly wrong here.
He pulls out his cell phone, but can’t use it to make any calls. Service must be spotty out at the pier. He ditched his personal cell when he started the gig, so he borrows Emma’s.
He uses her phone to log into his bank account.
That’s not the only damage. Ken’s email account sent out several emails spamming his contacts. He checks his work account, and it gets even worse. Emails were sent to multiple executives, several of which asked for cash assistance.
He also has a nasty email from the CEO asking about the derogatory tweet he posted a few hours ago.
The vacation is now ruined; paradise has been lost. And soon, Ken’s Chilean sea bass lunch will be, too.
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