“Hello.” Her tone carried that same arrogant calm.
“Ms. Murphy, have you made up your mind? Are we settling this or not?”
“I told you, I’ll give you my answer in three days.” My voice stayed calm.
“Changed your mind already?” She let out a small laugh. “I knew it. Ordinary people like you can’t win against me.”
“How about this, I’ll give you another chance.”
“Tomorrow, bring the settlement agreement and come find me. And remember to be polite.”
I smiled.
“Alright. Tomorrow at ten in the morning, same place,” I said slowly and clearly.
“I’ll personally bring you the answer you’re waiting for.”
The next morning, I arrived at the apartment right on time.
Skylar and her lawyer had been waiting for a while, their faces barely hiding their smug confidence.
“Ms. Murphy, it seems you were a smart woman after all,” the lawyer said first, sliding a prewritten settlement agreement across the table toward me.
Skylar leaned back on the sofa, lazily sipping water from a glass.
“Good. You’ve finally come to your senses. Wouldn’t it have been easier if you had done this earlier?”
“Sign it. Once you do, you can start the renovation right away.”