Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
“And we are drawing seventy-four thousand dollars from your primary credit line, with the remaining twenty-one thousand coming from your liquid checking?” she asked, verifying the figures on her screen.
“Yes,” I said. “That is the agreed-upon breakdown.”
“Very well,” she said, printing out a single sheet of paper with a detailed receipt. “Sign at the bottom to confirm the transaction, and I will initiate the transfer on our terminal.”
I wrote my name on the line, the stroke firm and deliberate. The ink was black, contrasting sharply with the pale green paper of the bank receipt.
“The wire is now in progress,” Sarah said, handing me a duplicate of the authorization. “The creditor group will receive confirmation within thirty minutes. You will receive an automated email as well.”
I thanked her, took my copy, and walked out into the cold afternoon air of Broad Street. My phone remained silent in my pocket as I walked back to my sedan, the weight of the paper in my portfolio feeling heavier than before.
