she muttered. He was from the Sheriff’s office, and as he approached her he proceeded to serve Nikki with a foreclosure notice from the bank.
“Where’s the other owner? Is Bill your husband?” he asked.
She pointed to the 100 footer, and said, “He’s on that boat standing next to the five foot wrinkle.”
The man proceeded to serve Bill, who read the papers, tore them in half and threw them in the water. Nikki turned away as tears filled her eyes and spilled down her face. She hurried to her office to hide.
As she sat at her desk, she pondered that the bank wanted two hundred thirty-five thousand to catch up! Where was she going to get a quarter of a million dollars in thirty days?
Just then Glenn came in from shopping downtown. He stopped in the office before going upstairs. “Nikki, are you crying? I hope my Bloody Mary wasn’t that bad?”
She handed him the fistful of papers, and, putting his shopping bags down, he scanned them with a keen eye. He looked up and said, “All you owe on this place is one million six hundred thousand?”
“I don’t know for sure, I’ll have to sit down and figure it out.”
“So what do you have in the bank now?”
“Zero,” she replied.
“You have nothing? How’s your credit? How’s your credit report?” .
“Bad,” she admitted.
“Okay, I’ve got to think for a minute, I’ll be back.”
He left with his groceries and Nikki could hear his footsteps on the stairs.
She flopped back in her chair and started to cry again. Twenty minutes later, Glenn returned and instructed her to take the phone off the hook and lock the office door.
“I have something I want to talk to you about in private. Dry your face and sit down.” He motioned to the chair in front of the table.
She dried her face and sat down, noticing a brief case in Glenn’s hand. He set it on the table between them and said “Now, you only need two hundred fifty thousand to catch up.”
With that said, he opened the briefcase and spun it around so Nikki could see the contents. She gasped. She had never seen so much money— cash money, that is.
After a few moments, she asked, “How much is here?”
“Just what you need,” Glenn replied. “There’s two hundred fifty thousand.” He paused, then continued on in a stern voice. “There are strings attached. First, your husband must go.”
“You want to kill Bill?” she exclaimed.
“No, no,” he said, “he just has to go. Second, you must give this money to your attorney to settle with the bank. Third, no one—that is no one must know about me and our deal. Fourth, never— and I mean never bring this up in a conversation again. Fifth, I want no paper work. If you can live this way we’re okay. If not, no hard feelings. Oh, and sixth— I get half ownership of the marina.” Glenn shoved his chair back and stood up. “Think about it overnight, he said, looking down at her with dark eyes. “I’ll leave the briefcase here. Another thing, Nikki—so far you have only seen my shining side. You don’t want to see the other.” Glenn went to the door, unlocked it and left without a backward glance.
Nikki sat and stared at the two hundred fifty thousand dollars in the briefcase.
Chapter 3
In the morning, Nikki saw Glenn come downstairs, and she called out to him, “Glenn, can you come into my office? I want to talk to you about last night.”
“You want fifty percent ownership…” Nikki said after he entered and closed the door behind him.
“Stop! Stop!” He held up a firm hand. “First, do I look like this is some kind of a negotiation or deal? It isn’t, and second, I told you to never bring it up again. Nikki, you have until 4 o’clock today to give me back the briefcase either full or empty, but don’t ever—that’s ever, mention it again at your own peril.”
He left as quickly as he’d arrived. She’d never seen this side of Glenn, at least not before yesterday when he’d shoved a
“Where’s the other owner? Is Bill your husband?” he asked.
She pointed to the 100 footer, and said, “He’s on that boat standing next to the five foot wrinkle.”
The man proceeded to serve Bill, who read the papers, tore them in half and threw them in the water. Nikki turned away as tears filled her eyes and spilled down her face. She hurried to her office to hide.
As she sat at her desk, she pondered that the bank wanted two hundred thirty-five thousand to catch up! Where was she going to get a quarter of a million dollars in thirty days?
Just then Glenn came in from shopping downtown. He stopped in the office before going upstairs. “Nikki, are you crying? I hope my Bloody Mary wasn’t that bad?”
She handed him the fistful of papers, and, putting his shopping bags down, he scanned them with a keen eye. He looked up and said, “All you owe on this place is one million six hundred thousand?”
“I don’t know for sure, I’ll have to sit down and figure it out.”
“So what do you have in the bank now?”
“Zero,” she replied.
“You have nothing? How’s your credit? How’s your credit report?” .
“Bad,” she admitted.
“Okay, I’ve got to think for a minute, I’ll be back.”
He left with his groceries and Nikki could hear his footsteps on the stairs.
She flopped back in her chair and started to cry again. Twenty minutes later, Glenn returned and instructed her to take the phone off the hook and lock the office door.
“I have something I want to talk to you about in private. Dry your face and sit down.” He motioned to the chair in front of the table.
She dried her face and sat down, noticing a brief case in Glenn’s hand. He set it on the table between them and said “Now, you only need two hundred fifty thousand to catch up.”
With that said, he opened the briefcase and spun it around so Nikki could see the contents. She gasped. She had never seen so much money— cash money, that is.
After a few moments, she asked, “How much is here?”
“Just what you need,” Glenn replied. “There’s two hundred fifty thousand.” He paused, then continued on in a stern voice. “There are strings attached. First, your husband must go.”
“You want to kill Bill?” she exclaimed.
“No, no,” he said, “he just has to go. Second, you must give this money to your attorney to settle with the bank. Third, no one—that is no one must know about me and our deal. Fourth, never— and I mean never bring this up in a conversation again. Fifth, I want no paper work. If you can live this way we’re okay. If not, no hard feelings. Oh, and sixth— I get half ownership of the marina.” Glenn shoved his chair back and stood up. “Think about it overnight, he said, looking down at her with dark eyes. “I’ll leave the briefcase here. Another thing, Nikki—so far you have only seen my shining side. You don’t want to see the other.” Glenn went to the door, unlocked it and left without a backward glance.
Nikki sat and stared at the two hundred fifty thousand dollars in the briefcase.
Chapter 3
In the morning, Nikki saw Glenn come downstairs, and she called out to him, “Glenn, can you come into my office? I want to talk to you about last night.”
“You want fifty percent ownership…” Nikki said after he entered and closed the door behind him.
“Stop! Stop!” He held up a firm hand. “First, do I look like this is some kind of a negotiation or deal? It isn’t, and second, I told you to never bring it up again. Nikki, you have until 4 o’clock today to give me back the briefcase either full or empty, but don’t ever—that’s ever, mention it again at your own peril.”
He left as quickly as he’d arrived. She’d never seen this side of Glenn, at least not before yesterday when he’d shoved a
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