The meeting with Sarah was set for the following day. Despite the urgency, there was a part of me that dreaded what we might uncover. My husband tried to stay optimistic, but I could sense his worry beneath the surface.
At the bank, Sarah greeted us with a warm smile, though her eyes betrayed a hint of concern. We were led to a conference room, where she laid out several documents for us to review.
“Here’s what we found,” she began, pointing to a line in the contract. “It seems this R. T. Solutions was listed as a consultant, but there’s no record of any actual service provided.”
“So why were they involved at all?” my husband asked, his frustration simmering. Sarah sighed, “That’s the million-dollar question. I’m afraid there might be more to this than meets the eye.”
As we left the bank, my mind was a whirlpool of thoughts. We were no closer to understanding Mark’s involvement, and the mystery of R. T. Solutions loomed large.
Back at home, I noticed a missed call from an unknown number. I hesitated, then dialed it back. A voice I hadn’t heard in a long time answered: “Hey, it’s Mark. We need to talk.”
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