Chapter 5 - The Attorney’s Office
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Monday morning arrived with a biting chill in the air.
I dropped Sophia off at a subsidized daycare near the boarding house, kissing her forehead before walking three blocks to a sleek glass office building.
Marcus Thorne, a ruthless real estate attorney who had helped me review my freelance contracts for years, was waiting for me in his corner office.
“Laura,” Marcus said, standing up and extending a hand. “You look exhausted.”
“I’m awake now,” I replied, sitting down and sliding a thick manila folder across his polished oak desk.
Marcus opened the folder. He reviewed the original deed, the transfer documents, and the bank statements proving I had paid the property taxes for the last five consecutive years. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
“They actually threw you out?” Marcus asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “Of your own property?”
“My mother dumped my daughter’s soup on the floor and told me to leave,” I said, my voice void of any emotion. “I want them out, Marcus. All of it. I want to execute my full legal rights.”
Marcus pulled a pristine legal pad toward him.
“Because there is no formal lease agreement, they are classified as at-will tenants,” he explained, his pen flying across the paper. “In this state, that means we only need to provide a formal thirty-day notice of eviction. If they do not vacate the premises by the thirtieth day, we file a detainer warrant and have the sheriff physically remove them.”
“Do it,” I said without a second of hesitation.
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“I will draft the formal eviction notice today and have it delivered via certified mail tomorrow,” Marcus confirmed. “I’m also drafting a cease-and-desist letter regarding your sister, Karla. Just in case she tries to claim any financial dependence.”
“She won't,” I murmured, thinking of the canceled transfer. “She’s about to have her own problems.”
