She Begged For Money I Gave Her Predatory Loans Chapter 2

The next day, Sienna was back in the office.

I frowned. Wasn't she supposed to be at her dying father's bedside?

Why was she still here?

I had questions, but I kept them to myself.

"Grant, I decided not to take leave yet," she said, hovering by my desk. "Brody heard about my situation. He was kind enough to help."

Brody.

I knew him. The guy was obsessed with Sienna. The entire department knew he was trapped in her orbit.

In the last timeline, he was the one fanning the flames of the cyberbullying campaign against me. There was a moment—Sienna had thrown herself into my lap, and when I tried to push her off, she grabbed my wrists. Brody snapped a photo at that exact second.

That photo was the "smoking gun." Evidence, they said.

"Good for you," I said simply, turning to leave.

Sienna stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

I let my annoyance show. "What now?"

"The transplant costs fifty thousand. Brody lent me ten, but I’m still short forty thousand. I’m just a junior associate, Grant. I don't have that kind of savings."

I looked at her, my expression unreadable.

"So you want me to lend it to you? Sienna, I'm getting married next month. Between the down payment on the new condo and the vendor deposits, I’m tapped out."

"Maybe you should go back to those apps."

The condo had been paid for months ago. I just needed an excuse. A wall she couldn't climb.

Her face fell. She looked like she was about to shatter. "You're... getting married?"

She widened her eyes, feigning shock.

I nodded. "Yes. Houses in this city aren't cheap. And weddings are worse. Money is tight."

In my past life, because I’d lent her the money, I couldn't cover the final costs for the wedding venue. Meredith dumped me on the spot. I tried to explain that I had the money, that I’d just helped a colleague, but Meredith didn't buy it. In fact, she joined Sienna on a livestream to trash me.

This time, Sienna gets nothing. And Meredith? She isn't getting a ring either.

Sienna looked down, disappointed, but then pivoted.

"But Grant... I heard your family is wealthy. Could you ask them for fifteen thousand? I promise I’ll work hard. I’ll pay you back. I’ll do anything."

The audacity was breathtaking. My parents’ money was their blood and sweat, not a charity fund for grifters.

"I told you," I said, my voice like ice. "I'm buying a house. My hands are tied."

Seeing that I was an immovable object, she finally retreated.

I watched her walk away, a knot of tension tightening in my gut.

I knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.