Across the business plate window were the words, title loans jacksonville, Florida. Sandra scowled at the name, but knew she couldn’t judge them just because her bank had sold her loan without her knowledge. She was angry yes, but she was on a mission and no one was going to stop her.
Picking up the hems of her dress, she stepped into the business’s office and put on a smile. The receptionist looked up from the jingle of the door’s bell and stared. “Can I help you with something?”
“Yes, I’d like to buy my house back from you. It was sold to you by mistake.” Sandra explained to the receptionist.
“I’m sure that’s not the case. Let me have a manager assist you.” The receptionist replied.
Sandra let out a heavy sigh. This was going to be another runaround and she was tired of the games. The other loan offices hadn’t wanted to cooperate either and her loan continued to be sold. Well, it ended here. She pulled the wad of cash from the pocket of her dress and slapped it onto the desk, causing the receptionist to jump. Then she pulled the contract and a small pistol from her other pocket and set it down beside the money.
“Oh it is the case, and you’re going to listen.” She said.