Wednesday at 10:00 AM, Derek Arrived to “Close the Deal”
Two days later, right on schedule, Derek’s BMW rolled into my driveway.
A realtor followed behind him.
Clipboard. Polite smile. The posture of someone about to make a commission.
I didn’t open the door immediately.
I watched from the front window.
Derek checked his watch like he was managing a meeting.
Then he walked up and knocked—hard, confident, entitled.
I opened the door just enough to make eye contact.
“Good morning, Claire,” he said, overly cheerful. “We’re here for the paperwork.”
I nodded once.
