While waiting for answers, my husband suggested we meet with a lawyer. It seemed drastic, but given the circumstances, I agreed. We needed professional guidance to navigate the murky waters of financial entanglement.
The lawyer’s office was a sterile environment, the air heavy with the scent of leather and polished wood. We sat across from Mr. Ellis, a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor and an impeccable suit.
After explaining our predicament, Mr. Ellis nodded, taking notes with practiced efficiency. “I’ll need to review all your documents,” he said, “including any correspondence with this R. T. Solutions.”
He assured us that he would look into the legality of the third party’s involvement and any potential breaches of contract. His confidence was reassuring, but my anxiety remained.
As we left the office, my phone buzzed. It was Sarah from the bank. “I’ve looked into the matter,” she said. “It appears there was a clerical error, but I’m not convinced that’s the whole story. Would you be open to a meeting to discuss this further?”
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