Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

club, basking in reflected approval. At twelve-thirty, I called Marcus.

“Is the Porsche confirmed?”

“Registered this morning. Paid in cash. He even sent our loan officer a photo to brag.”

I closed my eyes. “File it. Execute the confession of judgment. Start foreclosure proceedings. Seize the vehicle as collateral.”

“On it. The county clerk will sign off continue reading …