Chapter 3
Miranda grabbed her designer handbag from the console table, her face flushing with an ugly, mottled shade of crimson rage. "You arrogant little brat! We threw the most exclusive parties in this suburb; you are destroying our social standing!" she screamed.
"Your social standing was built on stolen equity and elderly exploitation, Miranda; your time here is officially expired," Elena stated. Julian stepped forward aggressively, puffing out his chest in an attempt to intimidate the decorated military officer.
"Listen to me, captain, you can't just evict people without a formal thirty-day notice through the county sheriff," Julian threatened. Elena pulled a laminated document from her breast pocket, flashing it before Julian's widened, panicked eyes.
"That rule applies to lawful tenants, not squatter-criminals operating under fraudulent sublease agreements," Elena corrected him. The phone in Julian's hand finally connected to his attorney, and he pressed it desperately against his ear.
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"Marcus! Get down here right now; some uninvited veteran is waving fake papers claiming she owns the estate!" Julian shouted. The attorney on the other end went entirely silent for five long seconds before offering a chilling response.
"If the deed has the commonwealth seal and matches the county registrar, you need to pack your bags immediately," the lawyer warned.
