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it?"
"You can just leave the paper work right there on the
porch. I'll have my lawyer take a look at it," I lied. My lawyer was
Amanda. She was not a lawyer, or even a law student, but she was smart as hell
and pretty ruthless. If anyone could find a loophole, it was Amanda.
"I really need you to take a look at it now," he
said, loosening his tie. "No payments have been made since your
grandmother's...you know. And we need to get that cash flowing again!"
He smiled, and sweat beads sprouted on his forehead.
I chewed the left side of my bottom lip. "How do I know
this isn't some scam to cheat a grieving granddaughter out of money she doesn't
have?"
He ran the back of his hand across his forehead. "Isadora,
please," he swallowed uncomfortably. "This is a standard agreement
for an Equity line of credit. And it becomes the responsibility of the next of
kin to repay it. It's no trick."
"My mother is next of kin, not me," I said, hoping
I found the loophole all on my own.
He shuffled through the folder. "From my understanding,
your mother is officially a 'missing person' and this house was willed to you.
That makes it your responsibility. I'm sorry."
I gritted my teeth. Grams dug this hole raising money for
her fruitless effort to get my shiftless mother home.
"Look, no offense, but I only know you as some rich
asshole from the frat house I clean. I am not going to just write you a check
until I know this is legit."
"Okay, I get what your saying. But my dad's getting
impatient. Didn't you get the notices?"
"What notices?"
He looked almost chagrined. "The notices we sent about
the loan transfer. One notice came with a condolence card. For the, you know,
burial."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I
snapped. "Sorry for your loss, now pay up?"
I cleaned up this asshole's puke off the bathroom floor.
Arrogant bastard graduated college and walked straight into a plum career with
Daddy while still living rent free and partying down with his "bros."
The unfairness of life landed a sucker punch to my gut.
"I can't go back to the office without a check,"
he pleaded.
"Looks like you have the rest of the day off."
I slammed the door on him and stomped up the stairs. I
needed to get in the shower and get ready for work. Maybe Johnny had a good
date last night. Then he could go on a bunch more so I could pick up more of his
commercial cleaning shifts.
Hugging the books to my chest, I scampered down the hallway
and into my room. That spell needed to work. I was running out of options. And
time.
CHAPTER NINE
"Sorry, Iz," Amanda pushed her glasses up her
nose, tucking the pages she was reading back into the folder. "Grams
signed a binding contract, and since you inherited the house, you get the debt
too."
Since I anticipated as much, I was on my second beer.
"Do you think a tequila shot will take the sting
out?" I yelled over the jukebox playing Creedence Clearwater Revival. One
thing for sure about college kids—no matter what era, they all love their CCR.
"You better slow down. You can't afford a big bar bill
right now," she warned.
"Fuck it, if I'm going out broke, let it be in a blaze
of glory!"
She laughed and we toasted our plastic cups.
"What do you think Finn wants?" Amanda, passing
the manila folder back to me, changed the subject.
I shrugged and shoved it into my book bag. "No clue. He
barely acknowledged me. Just waved me in without even checking my ID. Maybe he
finally unstuck the stick up his ass about carding everyone."
"No dice," Amanda said with an eye roll. "He
had me out side for 10 minutes while I searched for my ID. It was in the damn
glove box of the car. Good thing I found it, too. He wasn't going to let me
in."
"I swear bouncing is the perfect job for him," I
bitched to her over the music. "They are all douche bags."
"Bouncers and loan sharks."
We smashed our plastic cups together again, beer slopped
over the sides.
Amanda met me at Huskies after I finished cleaning up
"You can just leave the paper work right there on the
porch. I'll have my lawyer take a look at it," I lied. My lawyer was
Amanda. She was not a lawyer, or even a law student, but she was smart as hell
and pretty ruthless. If anyone could find a loophole, it was Amanda.
"I really need you to take a look at it now," he
said, loosening his tie. "No payments have been made since your
grandmother's...you know. And we need to get that cash flowing again!"
He smiled, and sweat beads sprouted on his forehead.
I chewed the left side of my bottom lip. "How do I know
this isn't some scam to cheat a grieving granddaughter out of money she doesn't
have?"
He ran the back of his hand across his forehead. "Isadora,
please," he swallowed uncomfortably. "This is a standard agreement
for an Equity line of credit. And it becomes the responsibility of the next of
kin to repay it. It's no trick."
"My mother is next of kin, not me," I said, hoping
I found the loophole all on my own.
He shuffled through the folder. "From my understanding,
your mother is officially a 'missing person' and this house was willed to you.
That makes it your responsibility. I'm sorry."
I gritted my teeth. Grams dug this hole raising money for
her fruitless effort to get my shiftless mother home.
"Look, no offense, but I only know you as some rich
asshole from the frat house I clean. I am not going to just write you a check
until I know this is legit."
"Okay, I get what your saying. But my dad's getting
impatient. Didn't you get the notices?"
"What notices?"
He looked almost chagrined. "The notices we sent about
the loan transfer. One notice came with a condolence card. For the, you know,
burial."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I
snapped. "Sorry for your loss, now pay up?"
I cleaned up this asshole's puke off the bathroom floor.
Arrogant bastard graduated college and walked straight into a plum career with
Daddy while still living rent free and partying down with his "bros."
The unfairness of life landed a sucker punch to my gut.
"I can't go back to the office without a check,"
he pleaded.
"Looks like you have the rest of the day off."
I slammed the door on him and stomped up the stairs. I
needed to get in the shower and get ready for work. Maybe Johnny had a good
date last night. Then he could go on a bunch more so I could pick up more of his
commercial cleaning shifts.
Hugging the books to my chest, I scampered down the hallway
and into my room. That spell needed to work. I was running out of options. And
time.
CHAPTER NINE
"Sorry, Iz," Amanda pushed her glasses up her
nose, tucking the pages she was reading back into the folder. "Grams
signed a binding contract, and since you inherited the house, you get the debt
too."
Since I anticipated as much, I was on my second beer.
"Do you think a tequila shot will take the sting
out?" I yelled over the jukebox playing Creedence Clearwater Revival. One
thing for sure about college kids—no matter what era, they all love their CCR.
"You better slow down. You can't afford a big bar bill
right now," she warned.
"Fuck it, if I'm going out broke, let it be in a blaze
of glory!"
She laughed and we toasted our plastic cups.
"What do you think Finn wants?" Amanda, passing
the manila folder back to me, changed the subject.
I shrugged and shoved it into my book bag. "No clue. He
barely acknowledged me. Just waved me in without even checking my ID. Maybe he
finally unstuck the stick up his ass about carding everyone."
"No dice," Amanda said with an eye roll. "He
had me out side for 10 minutes while I searched for my ID. It was in the damn
glove box of the car. Good thing I found it, too. He wasn't going to let me
in."
"I swear bouncing is the perfect job for him," I
bitched to her over the music. "They are all douche bags."
"Bouncers and loan sharks."
We smashed our plastic cups together again, beer slopped
over the sides.
Amanda met me at Huskies after I finished cleaning up
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