Over the next few days, I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal. I replayed every conversation with Mr. Hargrove in my mind, analyzing his words and demeanor for any signs I might have missed.
I decided to document everything, creating a timeline of events and conversations, complete with dates and details. It was a painstaking process, but I needed to be sure of my next steps.
During this time, I received a call from Emily, her voice filled with concern. “I heard you went to legal aid. Is everything okay?” she asked.
I hesitated before answering, unsure how much to reveal. “I’m just trying to get a handle on things. It’s more complicated than we thought,” I admitted.
She sighed softly. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? We’re all here for you,” she said, her words a comforting balm in the midst of chaos.
With renewed determination, I decided to confront Mr. Hargrove directly. I called his office, requesting a face-to-face meeting to discuss my case in detail.
He agreed, albeit reluctantly, and we scheduled a time for the following week. As I hung up, I felt a mix of apprehension and resolve. This was my chance to get to the bottom of things, to demand the truth and hold him accountable.
The day of the meeting arrived, and I found myself once again in the sterile confines of his office, the walls lined with certificates and legal awards.
Mr. Hargrove greeted me with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Let’s get started,” he said, motioning for me to sit.
I took a deep breath, ready to confront the man who had kept me in the dark for too long.
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