Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
I reached into my bag, pulled out the green leather ledger, and placed it flat on the mahogany table.
Marcus stopped rotating his ring. His eyes locked on the dark green cover, his mouth opening slightly before he closed it.
“That is my personal property,” Marcus said, his corporate jargon slipping for a fraction of a second.
“It is a record of corporate liabilities,” I replied. “And it matches the signed debt clearance agreement you executed in my office.”
Fletcher reached for the ledger, but David placed his hand over the cover.
“Before we look at the ledger, let us look at the agreement Marcus signed,” David said, pulling a copy of the contract from his stack. “Specifically, page seven, paragraph four.”
He passed a photocopy to Fletcher, who adjusted his reading glasses and began to skim the page.
The room was quiet for a long thirty seconds, the only sound being the low hum of the bank’s ventilation system.
“Marcus,” Fletcher said, his voice dropping as he looked up from the paper. “Did you read this entire document before signing it?”
