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Jensen chewed nervously on his thumbnail as he watched the clock. The bank had scheduled this meeting and he had taken precious time off work to make it here. And now, he'd been sitting here for an hour and a half, waiting for the banker to show for the meeting. He knew what it was about. His head was in the guillotine and the blade was coming down on his neck today. "God-damn you, Mark." He muttered to himself, thinking of his ex-husband. His ex, who had gotten them into this jam and then ditched them.
Footsteps suddenly echoed in the hallway and Jensen stood up, hopeful that he was finally going to be acknowledged. The man looked up, irritated, from his phone as Jensen approached. "Yes? How did you get back here?"
"Your receptionist let me in." Jensen was shocked at the rudeness of the man. "I'm Jensen Ackles. We had an appointment at eight this morning."
"I didn't have any appointments this morning." The man pulled up his schedule on his phone. Being a foot taller than the man, Jensen could easily see his name on the schedule. The man glanced up at him, fully prepared to deny the appointment until he saw Jensen's knowing look. He flushed and then frowned. "Well, we will have to reschedule. I have another appointment in fifteen minutes."
"No." Jensen shook his head, feeling his anger rising. "I have been sitting here, waiting for you, for two hours. I took time off of work. Hours that I really can't afford to be missing, to come to this meeting, that you scheduled. We are having this meeting, right now! I am not taking another hour off work to be treated like I don't matter. I had to take a day off of work. I made it here on time, early in-fact and you didn't even have the courtesy to show up and then try to shrug me off like my time doesn't matter? I'm working two jobs to even put food on my child's table. Those two hours are a meal for him!"
"Mr-Sir!" The banker flustered, obviously forgetting his name.
"Ackles. My name is Jensen Ackles. You should know that since you scheduled this meeting with me." Jensen snarled.
"And in case you don't even know why you called me here. You called me here to tell me that I'm late on my payments and you assholes are taking my house. I won't take much of your precious time, other than to find out how soon you are making me homeless. Are you making me explain to my four-year-old why Santa won't be able to find him on Christmas because we won't have a home?
"Let's go into my office, so I can look at your file, Mr. Ackles." The banker offered apologetically. Jensen followed him into his office and sat down, his anger abated. The banker, Mr. Sims, as the placard on the desk proclaimed, flipped through the files on his desk and pulled out a file. "It says here, Ackles- Pelligrino?"
"My ex. I dropped the hyphen as easily as he dropped his family." Jensen shrugged, no longer even angry about Mark leaving him. He was an abusive bastard, whom Jensen should have left years ago. "He's the one who took out this mortgage, maxed out all our credit cards, including ones I didn't even know about. Then he emptied out our bank account and skipped town. All I got was our child, bills and divorce papers."
Sims attempted to make a sound of pity but then winced as he read the documents. "Well, Mr. Ackles. You are correct. The bank is planning on taking possession of the house. You are in default. You've missed four payments and your house is in foreclosure. This meeting is to notify you that your house is in the process of being put up for auction. You have 17 days until the auction and you will be forced to vacate."
"And there is no way to get some sort of extension?" Jensen questioned hopefully.
"No, I'm sorry. The process is already started. The bank has been very lenient....."
"Lenient my ass! I have explained my situation every time someone has called. Not a damn one has cared a damn thing about me. They just want their money."
"I'm sorry Mr. Ack-"
"Save it." Jensen cut him off. "I have to get to work, three hours late and hope I don't get fired for this. Then between jobs, I have to explain to my son why we can't live in the only home he has ever known any longer. Then I have to try to figure out where we are going to go in two weeks time. You can go back to playing on your phone and enjoy your day of telling other people that they are losing their homes too. Then you and your expensive suit get to climb into your undoubtedly expensive car and drive home to your expensive house. You can have an expensive dinner, to which your scraps are probably more than I've eaten in the last week and get a good night's rest so you can start it all over tomorrow. I bet you get a full night's sleep every night. I haven't slept more than three hours at a time in 10 months. I'm currently working two jobs, looking for a third. Have a great day Mr. Sims." Jensen stormed out of the office, down the hall and slammed out of the bank.
He made it out to his car before he let the tears fall.
"What the fuck am I going to do?"