Chapter 7 - Six Thousand Eight Hundred and FourteenBarrett tried to pull Grandpa aside. We could all still hear him. "Come on, Walt. We can work this out."
Grandpa nodded. "We could've worked it out yesterday."
"I'll give you the $6,200."
"That's exactly what you already owed me yesterday."
Barrett looked at David. "What else does he want?"
"Nothing unreasonable."
Grandpa had already incurred legitimate expenses dealing with their refusal to pay — attorney time, filing preparation, administrative expenses. The contract also allowed certain collection-related costs where legally recoverable. David had itemized everything. No invented punishment, no ridiculous penalty. Just actual costs.
Barrett looked at the new figure. "Six thousand eight hundred and fourteen?"
David nodded. "This morning, yes."
Barrett nearly shouted, "That's over six hundred dollars more!"
Grandpa shrugged. "Yesterday it cost $6,200."
Priscilla looked at the real estate agent. "Can they actually do this?"
The agent didn't answer immediately. She looked at David instead. "I assume you'll provide documentation?"
"Of course."
She turned back to Priscilla. "Then my recommendation is that you resolve it before we proceed."
That was when Priscilla finally stopped looking smug. Barrett disappeared inside. He returned several minutes later. "Fine."
Grandpa shook his head. "Payment needs to clear."
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Barrett glared at him. "You don't trust us?"
Grandpa smiled. That might have been my favorite moment all morning. "No."
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