“He refuses to even look at it,” I said, adjusting my glasses as I watched her write.

“He says his contractor is moving ahead with more construction.”

“Then we make it official,” Rachel said, her pen stopping.

“I am going to draft a formal letter demanding the immediate removal of the fence from your property.”

She pulled a fresh sheet of letterhead from her drawer and began typing, the sound of the keys filling the quiet room.

“We will give him ten days to respond to the demand,” Rachel said, looking up at me over her reading glasses.