"Mr. Lynn, this shop gets perfect sunlight and prime foot traffic—way better than the last two we viewed."
"It's nice, but why's it already fully renovated?"
"Skips the headache of decorating! Just add furniture and you're open for business!"
Joanne cut in, her voice trembling, "Are you talking about my shop?"
The lead suit gave her a puzzled once-over. "Since when does this place belong to you?"
"I leased it," she said, baffled. "The renovations just finished."
His eyes bulged. "Wait—when did you sign?"
A cold dread crept up her spine as she haltingly explained.
"You've been conned," he blurted. "This property transferred to our company two weeks back!"
Seeing his grave expression, Joanne thrust out her contract. "Three-year lease with a year's rent paid upfront—fifty grand month
