“It gets worse!” Richard continued, hyperventilating, realizing his own firm might be dragged into a malpractice investigation for facilitating this transfer. “The two-million-dollar house you just assumed? It has three hidden, high-interest mortgages filed against it by a shadow-market private lender. It is in active, pre-foreclosure status as of Tuesday. And the IRS… my god, Carla, there is an active, pending flag from the IRS Criminal Investigation Division for massive tax evasion!”
Carla’s hands began to shake so violently she dropped the ledger. Her sparkling water glass was knocked off the table, shattering loudly against the floor, sending glass and water everywhere.
“No! No, no, no!” Carla screamed, clutching her chest, a horrific, choking sound of absolute panic escaping her throat as the reality of her complete financial annihilation set in. “This is a mistake! Cancel the contract, Richard! Call her back! Tear it up!”
She lunged across the table, desperately grabbing for the ‘Assumption of Estate’ contract she had triumphantly signed just ten minutes prior.