Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
I had thirty-four days until the scheduled foreclosure sale on May fourteenth.
I stood up and walked back toward my office, my leather soles clicking against the concrete with a regular, even beat.
The office building was nearly empty when I returned. Only the security guard at the front desk was awake, his small radio playing a soft jazz tune from a local Richmond station.
I went up to the fourth floor and turned on the desk lamp in my office, leaving the overhead lights dark. I opened the blue folder containing the second bank account records, the ones registered under Vance-Webb Enterprises.
I pulled up a blank document on my computer screen to draft the final debt clearance agreement. This was the document Marcus expected me to sign to release the last seventy thousand dollars of the debt.
I called David’s direct line, and he answered on the second ring.
“Are you still at your desk?” I asked.
“I am,” David said. “I have the Delaware trust documents in front of me.”
