manager stammered.
“Well I do. Either you can look for yourself or I will go to one of your tellers and have them print off my account records. Then I’ll lay them on your desk for you. Maybe then you will stop talking to me like I am some uneducated Podunk Hillbilly.”
“Mr. Peterson,” the bank manager began, only to be interrupted by Andrew.
“It’s Dr. Peterson. Maybe you didn’t catch that when I first introduced myself. My name is Dr. Andrew Peterson and I am head of emergency medicine at one of the largest hospitals in Tennessee.” Andrew snapped at him and tossed his driver’s license and AMA card on his desk.
The bank manager was taken aback by Andrew’s outburst, but he picked up his driver’s license and pulled up his accounts. His jaw almost hit his desk when he saw the balance of the checking account and when he looked at the two savings accounts he almost fell out of his chair. “Forgive me, sir. I meant no disrespect. I’m just not use to dealing with people who can lay out that amount of money in cash.”
“I’m not concerned with what you are and are not use to. I am just concerned with this property. I want it and I am willing to pay cash for it right now if we can work it out. I am the legal guardian of Mrs. Matthews’ grandson and he was devastated when he found out the only home he had ever known was taken, I just want to get it back for him.”
“Okay, Dr. Peterson. Let me call the account manager for the property and get him in here. Then we can look over the papers and see what we can work out.”
“Sounds good to me.” Andrew responded and leaned back in his chair to wait for the account manager.
Less than five minutes later a slender woman with deep chocolate skin walked in. When she saw Andrew sitting there she smiled brightly and sat in the chair beside him. “You must be Dr. Peterson. My name is Candice and I just took this account over from Burt when he retired last week. How are you today?”
“Nice to meet you, Candice. I will be doing better once we get this taken care of. My wife, daughter, Elliot and I were hoping to be back in Tennessee by early next week, so the quicker we can get this done the better.”
At the mention of Leslie and Karla, Candice’s smile faded a bit and Andrew knew he had played the right card and stopped the flirting session before it had even gotten started.
“Okay Dr. Peterson. Let’s go over the papers and we will see what we can work out.”
Half an hour later Andrew walked out the doors of the bank with a notarized letter stating that in 60 days, and upon payment, the property would be transferred into his name until Elliot reached twenty-one. Then it would revert to him and he would be the one to make the decision as to whether to keep or sell it. After he got in the car he pulled out his phone and sent Leslie a text. We got it baby. Can you order me a burger please? The bank is only ten minutes from the hotel so there isn’t any point in stopping.
Leslie answered immediately; YAY!! I’ll have your burger here when you get back. I love you.
Andrew smiled at her enthusiasm and texted her back; I love you too. See you soon. Then he laid his phone in the passenger seat and drove to the hotel to tell Elliot the good news.
Chapter Ten
When he walked into the hotel room he heard laughter coming from the balcony. He walked out the sliding glass doors and was struck silent by the scene before him. Elliot and Karla were playing some kind of card game and Leslie was laughing at their antics. Not wanting to break the moment, but wanting to be part of it too, he walked out and sat silently in the chair beside Leslie.
She looked up when he sat down and pushed a covered dish in front of him. He lifted the cover and dug into his burger as she pushed a chocolate shake next to his plate. He was half way through his meal before the kids even realized he was there.
“Hey Andrew. Didn’t hear you come out.” Karla said with a
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