His eyes were sunk in red from lack of sleep.
And behind him came Emily.
But not the confident, arrogant Emily I was used to.
This Emily was wearing a conservative navy blue dress.
No cleavage.
No stilettos.
Low heels.
Little makeup.
Her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail.
She looked like a scolded child.
She saw me and immediately looked away.
Interesting.
“Good morning,” Daniel said in a hoarse voice.
“Good morning,” I replied.
They sat on the other side of the table.
Mr. Hector at the head.
Megan took documents out of her briefcase with precise professional movements.
“All right,” Mr. Hector began, putting on his glasses. “We are here to resolve a situation of property and occupancy. Mrs. Beatatrice is the legal owner of the property located at—”
“We know,” Emily interrupted.
Her voice was tense.
“We already know everything.”
Megan raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, you do? Do you know that my client has invested $136,800 in that property?”
