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I’m the owner.”
Silence pressed in around us, thick and suffocating.
The words landed exactly where I’d aimed them. My father surged forward, anger flashing hot and immediate.
“This is some kind of joke,” he said.
“No,” I replied calmly. “It’s a contract. One you signed.”
I laid everything out slide by slide. The debt purchase. The missed payment. The continue reading …
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