The meeting with the bank was as dry as I expected. Papers shuffled, terms were reiterated, and options were laid out in sterile, business-like tones. I sat across from the bank manager, a woman in her forties with a clipped, efficient manner.
“Mr. Thompson, the foreclosure process is quite advanced,” she began, her eyes meeting mine briefly before returning to the documents spread before her.
“I understand,” I replied, my voice steady. “But there must be something we can do to halt it, at least temporarily.”
She hesitated, then nodded. “There are hardship clauses that can be invoked, but you’ll need to provide substantial evidence of your circumstances.”
“I can do that,” I assured her, mentally running through the documents I would need to gather.
“I’ll see what we can arrange,” she said, her tone softening slightly.
As I left the bank, I felt a mix of determination and uncertainty. The path ahead was still murky, but at least there was a path.
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