Chapter 8 - The Closing Day
I wore my best tailored suit. Delilah wore a stunning red dress that she hadn't touched since before she was married. She looked powerful. She looked completely out of Evan's league.
We arrived at Marcus’s office building an hour early and waited in a private conference room next door to the main meeting room. Through a slightly cracked door, we could hear everything.
At exactly 10:00 AM, the elevator dinged. Evan and Margaret walked in, laughing loudly.
"I can't wait to get out of this state," Margaret was saying. "Wait until we hit the casino in Vegas, Evan. Our luck is finally turning around."
They sat down at the large mahogany table. Dave, our fake buyer, sat across from them, looking professional and slightly bored. Marcus sat at the head of the table, laying out thick stacks of paper.
"Alright, Mr. Mercer," Marcus said smoothly. "Before we finalize the cash transfer of $330,000, I just need you to sign these final disclosures confirming that you are the sole legal owner of the property and hold the rightful title."
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"Of course, of course," Evan said quickly, grabbing a pen. He didn't even read the document. He just signed his name, committing federal wire fraud and perjury in one swift stroke.
Margaret clapped her hands together. "Wonderful! So, how long until the funds hit our account?"
