My parents told me there wouldn’t be “ENOUGH SPACE” for me at the annual family gathering. But then they invited 88 people. All six of my siblings, their families, in-laws, even cousins and friends. I didn’t say a single word. Instead, I ACTED. Hours later, my mother started screaming…

“Marco,” Sarah cut him off gently. Her voice was calm, terrifyingly level. “Cancel it.”

There was a silence on the line. “I’m sorry?”

“Cancel the order. All of it. The wagyu, the wine, the staff, the linens. Everything.”

“Sarah,” Marco laughed nervously. “The event is in 30 hours. The contract says full payment is due upon cancellation within 48 hours. You’d still have to pay the full twenty thousand.”

“I know,” Sarah said. “Charge my corporate card for the cancellation fee. I’d rather pay for empty air than for food that won’t be eaten.”

“But… your parents? The guests?”

“My parents informed me there isn’t enough space at the venue,” Sarah said, examining her fingernails. “If there’s no space for the client who holds the contract, then logically, the event cannot proceed. Please send the cancellation confirmation to my email. Do not call my parents. I will handle the communication.”