At that exact moment, the loud roar of engines broke the stillness of the neighborhood as three black armored SUVs turned the corner and stopped abruptly in front of the house, sending dust into the air. The sudden arrival drew attention from nearby homes as people peeked through windows to see what was happening.
The doors of the vehicles opened almost at the same time, and two men in sharp suits stepped out with confident posture, followed by a young woman carrying a leather briefcase. Kayla froze near the door, her earlier arrogance replaced by visible concern.
“Mom, what is going on,” she asked nervously while glancing at the vehicles.
Susan tightened her grip on her glass and squinted as the group approached, clearly assuming trouble had followed Paige home.
“Good afternoon,” said the man in front as he adjusted his tie, speaking in a firm and professional tone. “We are looking for Ms. Paige Miller.”
Susan stepped forward immediately, trying to take control while pointing dismissively at Paige.
“I am her mother, and if she owes you anything then you came to the wrong place,” she said sharply. “We are not responsible for her failures.”