"We came here specifically because of your reputation—your environment, your security. If we buy here and then have to deal with lowlifes like this causing scenes, what does that say about the caliber of residents?"
His outburst had the desired effect. Security guards converged from all directions, forming a tight circle around me, their expressions hard and watchful.
My sister's lip curled with satisfaction. She snapped her fingers at them like they were servants.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Throw her out!"
"Why would some broke nobody who can't even afford a house stick around here embarrassing herself?"
The security manager heard this and immediately signaled his team to drag me out.
But before they could lay a hand on me, Manager Dickerson's sharp voice cut through the air from across the room:
"Stop right there!"
The command froze the guards mid-step and drew every eye in the room.
Under the crowd's bewildered stares, Manager Dickerson hurried over to me and said respectfully:
"Ms. Fox, the paperwork for the villa you purchased outright at Emerald Oasis has been finalized. Here are your keys."
