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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