MILLIE ROSE 13 DAYS OF EVICTIONS-DAY 12 (C) 2024 W. D. Lewis

13 Days of Evictions Day 12

At the Offices of Millie Rose Realty and Associates

“Good morning, Ms. Chambers,” Lenny welcomed Samantha into the office as soon as she stepped off of the elevator,. She had not been to the Westbank Corporate office since her mother was placed in the hospital. “Please accept our condolences on the loss of your mother.”

“Thank you,” Samantha answered softly. “Am I too early for my appointment with Ms. Millie?”

“Yes and no,” Lenny answered. “She is here, but she is on the phone. Can I get you some coffee, water, or tea?”

“Water, please.”

Samantha could hear Millie screaming at someone on the phone, or maybe they were in her office. Maybe she was screaming at someone in her office and on the phone. Millie was known not to discriminate as to whom she would scream at.

It was not clear enough for her to make sense of the subject matter as Samantha sat down on the big overstuffed sofa across from Lenny.

“Here you go,” Lenny handed her the water and rushed to catch the phone ringing on his desk.

“No, Miss Millie is about to go into an appointment, can I have your name?”

Samantha felt good that she wasn’t going to be moved back to the back of the line for her meeting with Miss Millie.

“Yes sir,” Lenny answered. “I have your deposit check ready for 1109 Statesman Drive.”

“We’re open until 5 p.m. sharp.? Thank you.”

A buzzer went off on Lenny’s desk. “Miss Millie will see you now.”

“Thank you,” Samantha said as she struggled to get up from the overstuffed sofa. “This is embarrassing, I should have never sat on this sofa.”

Lenny gave a half smile as he got up from his chair to assist her from the sofa. Samantha got up before he got to her. She then walked towards the big double doors to Millie’s office. She knocked on the door.

Samantha was sure she heard a faint ‘Come in!’ from Miss Millie inside.

Millie was facing the window looking over the Mississippi River. “Samantha, I was surprised that you reached out to our office after our last meeting.”

Samantha stood just inside the double doors, her arms folded in front of her. “I know we had a terrible disagreement, Miss Millie, the last time.”

“Why do you think that was?” Millie asked her, still not turning her wheelchair around to face Samantha.

“Miss Millie I was sick and I had a lot of things going on in my life,” Samantha was trying to plead her case from the last time the two met in this very same office.

“Samantha,” Millie turned her wheelchair halfway around, but still not facing her. “Let me say to you and your family, that I and my office are truly saddened by the loss of your mother.”

“I believe that very much, Miss Millie," Samantha said. I see now how you took care of my mother while she lived and the way you sent flowers, and provided food for the reception after her funeral. We are very grateful!”

“That was nothing,” Millie turned her wheelchair completely around to face Samantha. "What is something, however, is that now that your beloved mother is gone, you come dragging your sad ass back into my office because your dumbass is backed up against the wall.”

“Miss Millie, there is no reason for you to talk to me like that!” Samantha stiffened up. “My mother asked me to help her sell those houses along the river to help with medical bills!”

“There weren’t any bills before you stepped in and tried to make off like a bandit with the proceeds to those 3 fourplexes,” Millie reminded her. “You were so sure that you were going to sell those houses from under not only your mother but me as well.”

Samantha stood quietly, not sure what to do with her arms, unable to rebut Millie on the facts that she laid out. She stared out of the very windows that Millie was looking out of when she first entered the office.

“Now, you have problems,” Millie doubled down. “You want me to save you the way that I saved your mother. Fat-chance!”

“Miss Millie,” Samantha moved towards Millie as she tried to plead her case in earnest. “If I don’t pay those tenants $500 each, they’re going to sue us, tear the houses down or both!”

Millie backed her wheelchair up. “First of all, you are in my space, back up. Secondly, who is ‘we’? There are only 2 names on these 3 properties: Your mother’s name as the owner/mortgagee, and my name as mortgagor. That means, you. Owe. Me.”

Samantha stood motionless looking out of the window. All she could do was watch police and fire units respond to an accident that had occurred on the freeway below. ?

“Are we through here?” Millie asked. “I have other business to attend to if you don’t mind.”

“My sisters and brothers are looking at me and I don’t have any money to handle this,” Samantha said out loud.

“That sounds like a you problem,” Millie said sharply. “Don’t try to do anything else with those properties without consulting me. If you do, you’ll have more problems than you can shake a stick at. You may want to consider a profession that’ll pay you substantially because I’m foreclosing in 30 days. ??I’m not playing when it comes to my money. Now, get out of my office, please!”

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