The Knock on the Door
At 11:15 a.m., Vanessa was lounging by the infinity pool, sipping a green smoothie and scrolling through Instagram, likely planning how to spend Ryan’s next bonus.
Suddenly, the heavy iron gates of the estate buzzed open. A massive flatbed truck, two moving vans, and three black SUVs pulled into the driveway—the same driveway I had paid to pave.
Vanessa marched to the front door, infuriated by the disruption. She threw it open, ready to scream at the workers. Instead, she was met by two burly security guards and a man in a sharp suit holding a clipboard.
“Can I help you? This is private property! You’re trespassing!” Vanessa snapped.
The man with the clipboard smiled politely. “Madam, my name is Mr. Davis. I represent Apex Capital. We purchased this property at 9:45 a.m. this morning from Mercer Holding Corp. The deed has been transferred. You are currently the ones trespassing.”
Vanessa’s face went completely pale. “What? That’s impossible! This is my husband’s house! His father gave it to us!”
“Mr. Leonard Mercer owned the house, ma’am. And he sold it,” Mr. Davis replied, waving his hand to the moving crew. “Boys, begin. Anything that is part of the house—including the custom furniture, the appliances, and the artwork listed under the corporate inventory—stays. You have forty-five minutes to pack your personal clothes and leave.”
