He left without another word, his phone pressed to his ear, chasing solutions that no longer existed.
I remained seated, feeling the weight of years settle over me, while the client nodded respectfully and Rebecca accompanied me home.
That same night we secured my accounts, notified property management, and issued legal warnings that no transaction could proceed without my direct approval and presence.
Over the following weeks, Gregory called repeatedly, leaving messages that shifted from anger to pleading, but I did not answer because trust once broken cannot be restored with words alone.
Three months later I agreed to meet him in Rebecca’s office, where there were no familiar comforts, only truth and consequences.
He apologized with tears, and perhaps some of it was genuine, but I could not ignore the depth of what he had attempted.
“I will not pursue charges for now,” I told him, “but you will never again have access to my finances, my properties, or my decisions.”
He nodded slowly, understanding that something irreversible had happened between us.