My Brother Texted “You’re Out of the Business Don’t Reply” I Replied, “Okay” So I Pulled the Deed...

My Brother Texted “You’re Out of the Business Don’t Reply” I Replied, “Okay” So I Pulled the Deed... My name is Nora Drummond. I am 33 years old.I am standing in the conference room on the third floor of Shoreham Corporate Park in Annapolis, and the table smells of lemon oil — the kind of smell that means someone was told to make it look important. The chairs are arranged around a document I have already read twice. The buyer’s attorney is on the other side of the table. The title company representative, a woman named Priya Anand, is standing near the window with a pen she has not yet uncapped.My brother Mitchell believes I am not in this room.He believes I am not in any room that matters. He has believed this for approximately eleven years, and he has said it out loud, in various forms, more times than I have counted — which is thirty-one. I know because I wrote them down. Not out of bitterness. Out of accuracy. There is a difference, and I have had eleven years to understand it. Disclaimer: This story is a fictional work created solely for entertainment purposes. All characters, events, and situations are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to real individuals or actual events is entirely coincidental. This story is an original creation of our channel and is shared exclusively with our audience. © All rights to this content are owned and reserved by this channel. #revenge #familydrama #familyrevenge #revengestories #TruePayback