We have a lease!”
“Henderson went bankrupt three months ago,” I replied. “He sold his distressed notes to the highest bidder. That was me. I bought the debt. I bought the lien. And this week I bought the deed. I’m not just your daughter anymore, Mom. I’m your landlord.”
The color drained from her face.
I checked my watch.
“It’s 2:15 p.m. As of now, you continue reading …
