“The formal eviction filings are ready for the court clerk,” Samuel said, laying three crisp typed sheets on the mahogany beside the lamp.

“What exactly do these papers say?” I asked.

“Under clause fourteen of the master lease, we have full legal authority to seize the house in Zapopan immediately,” Samuel said.

He cleared his throat softly before giving the numbers.

“The total corporate default stands at twelve million pesos.

By nine o’clock tomorrow morning, we can freeze their personal bank balances and get a court order for Doña Victoria to vacate the Zapopan property within forty-eight hours.”

I looked down at the black print.