“Being dramatic.”
I looked at him.
“Anything else?”
He hesitated.
“She needs another payment soon.”
I almost admired the nerve.
“How much?”
“Probably ten thousand.”
I nodded slowly. “Send me the documents.”
Relief flashed across his face.
He thought I had surrendered.
Instead, I spent the next day speaking to the mortgage servicer—not as Diane’s representative, because I had no legal right to her private account, but using documents she had previously given me while begging for help.
What I could confirm from those records was enough.
Three payments were missing.
Nearly ninety days delinquent.
And the money Mark claimed had been sent was nowhere near the lender.
Then I checked the loan Diane had begged me to guarantee two years earlier.
That was where she had made her biggest mistake.
I had refused to cosign the mortgage itself.
Instead, I issued her a documented private loan through my investment LLC to prevent an earlier foreclosure.
The agreement included a security interest against another property Diane owned—a small rental house inherited from her mother.
If she defaulted on repayment to my company, I had legal remedies.
And she had stopped paying me eleven months ago.
I called my attorney.
