inventory because she claimed no bank believed in her dream.
Apparently, one eventually did.
It just believed in my credit.
I hired an attorney that afternoon.
Her name was Rachel Brenner, and the worse things became, the calmer she seemed.
After reviewing copies of the documents, she leaned back.
“Do not speak to your family alone.”
“That bad?”
She gave me a look.
“Your signature appears on six years of corporate and lending documents. If you didn’t sign them, we’re discussing identity fraud, forgery, and potentially bank fraud.”
I swallowed.
