“Aunt B, you’re a legend. I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about your case. Did you bring everything?”
I took out the manila envelope with the deeds, the notebook with the receipts, the USB drive with the recordings, and the photos from the old phone from my bag.
Megan spread everything out on her desk like a detective building a case.
“This is it, Aunt B. This is perfect. You have impeccable documentation.”
She reviewed each paper with shining eyes.
Deeds in your name.
Proof of payment.
Bank transfers.
Even recordings.
She plugged the USB into her computer and listened to a few snippets of the recordings.
Her expression changed from professional to indignant.
“Like having a free maid.”
“When the old woman dies, she served her purpose.”
Megan clenched her fists.
“Aunt B, with this we can do whatever you want. Immediate eviction, collection of back rent, compensation for moral damages. Tell me what you need and we’ll do it.”
