Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
Typed, signed, dated at the top.
“You printed it out.”
“I wanted it to be real.
You can’t take back something you’ve written down.”
I read the opening line.
I, Julian Sterling, was wrong.
“The fifteenth is the day I have to come clean with my investor,” he said.
“I’ve been short with everyone until then.