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

Sarah, a mobile notary I’d worked with on foreclosure cases.

“I need a signing tonight. Private residence. My parents’. Documents are ready, but I need you to witness and notarize. No questions.”

“What time?”

“Eight p.m. sharp.”

“Rush fee?”

“Double. Cash.”

“Done.”

I hung up and stared at the stack of papers.

On the left: evidence of theft and betrayal.

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