Thomas stepped forward before Camille could answer.
“It won’t,” he said calmly. “Because your client had absolutely no legal authority to sell it.”
The husband’s face drained of color.
Camille forced out a brittle laugh.
“This is ridiculous. He’s twisting old paperwork.”
Thomas handed the realtor the certified trust memorandum.
Then the county dispute filing.
Then the title affidavit acknowledging Camille’s lack of authority.
I watched Camille’s expression change piece by piece.
Confidence.
Annoyance.
Irritation.
Calculation.
Then finally, the devastating realization that her bluff hadn’t just failed.
It had created evidence against her.
The buyer turned toward her slowly.
“You took our deposit.”
Camille straightened instantly. “It will be returned.”
His wife folded her arms tightly.
“Returned from where?”
Silence.
