WELLS FARGO, YOU NEVER KNEW WHAT HIT YOU.
A family about to lose their home. A legitimate check in my hand. Actual clients who had voluntarily agreed to let me represent them. And a trustee sale in two days.
I closed my eyes. I said a prayer. I exhaled. I opened my eyes.
And in front of me there stood a shit-covered bear waiting to wrestle. This was what a battle with a billion-dollar bank would be: a fight with a creature far bigger than I, and covered in feces.
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