Patrice shook her head, unimpressed. “That might fly out here, but where I’m from, we stick to the rules,” she snapped. “Move the fence or pay up.”
“Plus, that thing’s an eyesore—old and ugly. If you don’t move it, I’ll take action, and you’ll regret it.”
Her attitude floored me. I tried explaining the handshake deal with Grant and Candice, but she wouldn’t budge. She even threatened to sue, leaving me no choice.
The next day, I took down the fence to avoid trouble, since I had no proof of the deal. My heart ached as I unscrewed the panels, stacked them by the garage, and yanked up the posts.
It was a bitter task, and the work was exhausting, but I wanted no legal drama. What happened next was beyond anything I could’ve imagined.
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