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I tried to make her comfortable by taking her into the dining room and sitting her down. She sat down in her chair, folding her hands across her lap, and She silently watched me as I took out all my papers to do one last check to make sure the numbers were right, and like before, she fell short.

With as much compassion as I can muster, "I must say it was close, it really was, and I hate to say this, but you just don't have enough."

Tiffany panics and runs on: "It can't be. There has to be some either you or I could do. That bastard does not deserve this house. If we lose the house, we will end up on the streets, so please do something."

"There is nothing I can do. I'm sorry, but I have to be honest, your ex is the bank's largest client; as a result, there will be a lot of eyes on this, so I can't fug anything."

Tiffany: "We will get the money; please just give us more time; I'll do anything."

"Like I said ..."

Tiffany interrupts: "I mean, I'll do anything to keep this house so."

With that, her eyes flashed red hot as they scanned my body for any sign of changing my mind, while my eyes scanned hers in temptation.

"Will, if you mean ANYTHING, there might be something I can do."

Tiffany's eyes flash with concern and fear about the can of worms she just opened, but it is too late for her to take it back.

Tiffany: "what do you want?"