Pat stared at the two cheques.
“Who the Hell is Nicky Chadwin?”
“Me. Obviously it’s me. The new
me. I’m Nicky Chadwin.”
Pat looked unsure at the cheque.
The numbers were eyewatering. The cheque made out to Nicky Chadwin exactly, to
the penny, half of the cheque amount paid on the other cheque made out to Dr
Patricia Jones, on a smart Baines, Bowes and Brammall cheque and countersigned
by Ms Sophie Challerton.
Sophie watched Pat closely. She
didn’t trust Pat. And she knew Pat did not trust her. “Don’t even think about
it,” Sophie smirked, “if you pick up your cheque and run – I’ll have old Baines
cancel the cheque before you can get to the bank.”
Pat caught her breath. “But if I
sign this one to Nicky Chadwin or whoever you are and the other one isn’t
genuine – then I could be down a lot of money. Why should I trust you?”
Sophie shook her head. Amateurs.
She hated working with amateurs. “Look, firstly your cheque is countersigned by
old Baines, he may be a bumbling old soak but he is legal. Sophie Challerton
the other signatory is, I mean was the Executor – so the cheque is
legal. Those millions will slide into your account within hours.
The other cheque, made out to me
as Nicky Chadwin, well, you sign it and half comes to my new account – if the
money wasn’t in your account my cheque would just bounce! I wouldn’t get my
cut. Unless you already have a few million in the Nat West and then it could be
paid – but I am assuming you don’t have spare cash like that – so sign!”
Sophie pushed the biro into her
face. “Sign!”
Firma la tua vita di distanza.
Sign your life away ……
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