George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel
The wedding surcharge was never going to the hotel’s audio vendors.
It was a down payment on his own commercial arrears.
He was using my son’s marriage to keep his business doors open.
I looked at the copy of the original one-hundred-eighty-thousand-dollar cashier’s check sitting under the lease file.
Douglas believed I was an ordinary retiree with modest savings.
He thought he had outsmarted me with a fake business merger proposal at the country club.
He expected me to sign over the venue equity out of fear of public embarrassment, or maybe a legal threat.
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