The Structure Beneath the Damage
I answered. “Hello, Bradley.”
“Dad, thank God.” His voice was tense, stripped of the polished arrogance he’d shown in Thompson’s office. “I need to talk to you.”
“I’m listening.”
“There’s some kind of paperwork issue with the villa. A lender says I owe them money. It’s a mistake.”
“What kind of money?”
Silence. “Eight hundred fifty thousand.”
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