Across the Street
They had shown me, at last and unmistakably, that there had never been anything to lose.
You cannot break a bond that was only ever a transaction.
They’d just proved it themselves, at full volume, through a wall, at midnight.
The audit put the personal spending they’d run through my company’s accounts north of six hundred thousand dollars — enough, Isolde noted, to interest a prosecutor.
Chapter 18 — Three Options, and the Court
Isolde laid three paths on the table for him: sign everything over and acknowledge the debt in writing; refuse and face a full audit and lawsuit in open court; or keep threatening me and add harassment to the pile.
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