I arrived at the club at eight o’clock sharp and saw that the party was obscenely lavish with white flowers and expensive champagne everywhere. When Bradley saw me walking through the doors, he turned pale and approached me with a look of pure irritation.
“What are you doing here after I told you that I did not want to see you anymore?” he asked while trying to block my path. I told him that I had come to give him a wedding gift and he laughed while claiming that I had nothing left to give.
“Oh Bradley, you only took my grocery money and not my actual fortune,” I said calmly while looking into his eyes. I asked him if he had already handed over the keys to the buyer and he told me that he had received a large cash advance that morning.
I explained to him that the apartment belonged to a holding company and that the power of attorney he stole in the hospital was not valid for such a sale. “You sold something that you do not own, which means the buyer will discover the scam as soon as they try to register the deed,” I added.