In a Hartford Courtroom, Grant Wanted the House Until a Little Purple Toy Started Playing
The lobby of Holloway Real Estate was silent except for the steady tapping of Natalie Price’s manicured nails on her keyboard.
She had on a tailored gray blazer, her wrists resting on the edge of the desk.
As I came up to the counter, Natalie quickly tipped her right arm under a thick paper file folder.
She was half a second too slow to hide the bright silver chain bracelet lying against her wrist.
“Grant is on a conference call with commercial lenders,” Natalie said, not looking up from her screen.
“I’m not here for a mortgage update, Natalie,” I said.