Lilian produced the title deed for her daughter to see. “This, right here, pertains to a plot of land your grandfather owns. It’s super-valuable right now, and guess who wants it? None other than Mark Tremont himself, and he’s coming to sign the agreement today! How do you expect me not to be chipper? Thank god we forgot about that piece of land, which is still legally your grandpa’s, and that we didn’t list it as one of our assets when we declared bankruptcy. Now, if you’d excuse me, Mommy’s got several places to be to carry on with the procedures. Tata!”
Tiffany was bewildered. For a while, she could not collect herself at the thought that Mark had his eyes on a plot, which, of course, automatically affirmed its value, that belonged to her family. It was very darn near a dream come true, especially when it could very well be their ticket out of poverty!
After Tiffany had sluggishly washed herself up, Ethan had called her to inform her that he was on his way home from the hospital.
The conversation made her tardy to work. By the time she reached her office with sweat dripping down her skin, she was already late by fifteen minutes. Nonetheless, she managed to get to her seat without anyone seemingly noticing her, allowing her to draw out a long breath of relief.
Then, suddenly, a tall, straight frame dashed past the entrance of the office, it was Jackson West, who broke his tradition of never being tardy to work today. Of course, being the boss of the entire company, no one was going to deduct his wages.
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