Chapter 9 - The Confrontation
Marcus slowly picked up the signed paper. He looked at it, then looked at Evan. The friendly demeanor completely vanished from the attorney's face, replaced by a cold, hard stare.
"Well, Mr. Mercer," Marcus said, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "The funds won't be hitting your account at all. Because this property doesn't belong to you."
Evan froze. "Excuse me? I gave you the deed. You saw it."
"I saw a forged document that you printed on a home inkjet printer," Marcus corrected him. "I also ran a certified title search with Franklin County. Would you like to know who actually owns the home?"
Before Evan could answer, I pushed open the connecting door and walked into the room, with Delilah right behind me.
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Evan's face drained of all color. He looked like he had seen a ghost. Margaret gasped, clutching her pearls in genuine shock.
"Hello, Evan," I said, walking to the table and leaning over it, staring directly into his terrified eyes. "I believe you're sitting in my chair."
