Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
I zoomed in on the primary entity name at the top of the white page: Vance-Webb Enterprises.
The registered agent listed was Evelyn Webb, using her maiden name, Vance. This was the second commercial account Marcus had opened, the one where the missing funds had been quietly routed during the winter.
“What a beautiful kitchen this is,” Evelyn said, entering from the dining room with a stack of porcelain plates. She set them on the kitchen island and looked around, her eyes lingering on the copper pots hanging from the ceiling rack.
“My grandmother, Clara Vance, always said that the kitchen is the true center of any proper home,” she said.
She touched the three-strand pearl necklace at her throat, her fingers resting on the clasp.
“These pearls belonged to her,” Evelyn said. “They only go to the wives who preserve the family name and keep the house together.”
“It is an old tradition,” I said, keeping my thumb over the bright phone screen.
“It is more than a tradition, Clare. It is an obligation.”
