The day I became the most hated man in Lakeside Estates was the same day I became its most powerful. $500, that’s what Karen Wellington and her homeowner’s association charged me for fishing with my grieving daughter. What they didn’t know was that I had 4 million reasons to fight back, and enough spite to use every single one of them.
My name is Remiel Thornacroft, and until 2 months ago I was living what most would consider the American Dream.
I’d spent 15 years building a career in venture capital and financial investment, eventually selling my stakes in several tech startups for enough money to retire at 42. But life has a way of reminding you that money isn’t everything. My wife Rachel lost her battle with cancer last year, leaving me to raise our 14-year-old daughter Solene.
The grief nearly destroyed us both. The only thing that seemed to help was fishing, the last activity the three of us had enjoyed together before Rachel’s health took its final turn. So, when I decided we needed a fresh start, I specifically looked for a home near water, somewhere peaceful, somewhere we could heal.
The lakeside estates community seemed perfect on paper. Upscale homes, good schools, and a beautiful 6-acre lake nestled in the center of the development. The realtor mentioned there was a homeowners association, but assured me it was just the standard stuff.
Lawn maintenance, exterior paint colors, the usual. I should have read between the lines when she hesitated before adding, The HOA president Karen Wellington is dedicated to maintaining property value. I didn’t think much of it at the time.
I dealt with difficult personalities throughout my career. How bad could one neighborhood bureaucrat be? I found out exactly how bad on a quiet Saturday morning in April. Solene and I had been at the community lake for about an hour, fishing off the small wooden dock.
It was the first time I’d seen my daughter genuinely smile in weeks. She’d just caught her second bluegill and was carefully unhooking it when a sharp voice cut through the peaceful morning. Excuse me, but what exactly do you think you’re doing? The woman approaching us was around late 50s, impeccably dressed in what looked like expensive athleisure wear.
Her highlighted blonde hair, styled in what I can only describe as the universal, I-wanna-speak-to-the-manager haircut. She carried a tablet and wore an expression that suggested she’d just caught us vandalizing public property. Good morning, I replied, trying to keep my tone friendly.
Just enjoying some fishing with my daughter. I extended my hand. I’m Remy L. Thornicroft.
We moved into the Sycamore Drive house about two months ago. She ignored my outstretched hand completely, instead tapping aggressively on her tablet. Mr. Thorncroft, fishing is explicitly prohibited in our community lake…
This is a direct violation of HOA regulations. I’m Karen Wellington, HOA President. She said this last part as though announcing herself as royalty.
I’ll have to issue a violation notice. The fine is $500. I felt Solene freeze beside me.
There must be some mistake, I said calmly. The realtor specifically mentioned fishing as one of the community amenities. It was a selling point for us.
Karen’s thin smile didn’t reach her eyes. The regulation was amended last month. All residents were notified via email.
Ignorance of the rules doesn’t exempt you from following them. She turned her tablet toward me, showing a document with the heading Amendment to Recreational Use of Community Lake. The date showed it had been approved just four weeks earlier.
We never received any notification about this, I protested. I personally oversee all communications. The email was sent to every household, Karen replied with absolute certainty.
Perhaps you should check your spam folder? Though, I can’t be responsible for residents who don’t bother to read official communications. I felt my jaw tighten but kept my voice level. May I ask why fishing was suddenly banned? This lake is clearly stocked with fish.
I could see several bass swimming near the shallow edges of the water. Karen glanced dismissively at our fishing equipment. Environmental and safety concerns.
The hooks can injure wildlife, and we’ve had complaints about the smell of fish and bait disturbing residents who are trying to enjoy the lake views from their homes. She looked pointedly at our small tackle box. Not everyone wants to see this sort of activity while they’re having their morning coffee on their patios.
Something in her tone made me take a closer look at Karen Wellington. The way she surveyed our modest fishing gear. The slight curl of her lip.
This wasn’t just about rules. We’re being very careful, I said. Selene and I always practice catch and release, and we clean up completely when we’re done.
Karen’s expression hardened. Mr. Thorncroft, perhaps you don’t understand how things work here at Lakeside Estates. We maintain certain standards in this community.
This isn’t a public fishing hole. The residents who’ve lived here for years expect a particular atmosphere. She glanced at Selene, then back to me.
New residents sometimes struggle to adapt to our community culture. People who are more accustomed to, shall we say, different types of neighborhood? The implication was crystal clear, and I felt a surge of anger rise in my chest. I was about to respond when I heard a small sniffle beside me.
Selene had tears welling in her eyes. This was supposed to be our healing place. A spot where, for just a little while, she could forget that her mother was gone.
And now this woman was ruining it with her thinly veiled condescension. We’ll pack up, I said quietly, placing my arm around Simone’s shoulders. Please email me the details of the fine and the full updated regulations.
Karen’s smile returned, victorious. Excellent! I’m glad we understand each other. And do check your email more carefully in the future, Mr. Thorncroft.
We wouldn’t want any further…misunderstandings. She turned and walked away, her designer sneakers hardly making a sound on the manicured grass. As we gathered our equipment, Selene wiped her eyes. Dad, why was that lady so mean? We weren’t hurting anything.
I didn’t have a good answer for her, at least not one that was appropriate to share with a 14-year-old. Some people just like rules more than they like people, sweetheart, I said finally. Let’s go home and have some lunch…
Later that day, after checking my email, including spam folders, and finding no notification about the fishing ban, I started researching our HOA more thoroughly. What I discovered was illuminating. Karen Wellington had been HOA president for eight consecutive years.
Her day job? Owner of a small but exclusive real estate company specializing in luxury community properties. I also found several social media posts from Karen herself, hosting waterfront parties at the very same lake where she’d just fined me for fishing. Many of these events featuring alcohol and loud music, apparently exempt from the concerns about community atmosphere.
Most revealing was a clause buried deep in the HOA documentation. The lake was actually listed as a common property amenity belonging to all residents. There was no legal distinction suggesting the HOA had absolute control over its use.
As I looked out my window toward the lake that evening, I saw Karen and what appeared to be a group of friends gathered at a lakeside gazebo, wine glasses in hand, laughing. So they want to play the rules game, I murmured to myself. Fine, but first I need to find out who actually owns this piece of water.
The following morning, I ran into an older gentleman walking his dog past my house. He introduced himself as Merrick Henderson, a retired attorney who lived three doors down. When I mentioned my encounter with Karen Wellington, his friendly expression immediately darkened.
Ah, you’ve met our neighborhood dictator, he said with a grimace. Let me guess, she quoted some obscure regulation and issued a fine? When I nodded, Merrick shook his head. Karen’s been running this place like her personal fiefdom for years.
Most people just pay the fines and keep their heads down. He glanced around and lowered his voice. If you’re interested in some background information, why don’t you come by for coffee sometime? I’ve got quite a collection of HOA horror stories.
I took him up on his offer that same afternoon. Merrick’s home was filled with law books and framed photographs of what I assumed were former colleagues or clients. Over exceptionally good coffee, he shared what he knew about our community’s power structure.
Here’s what most residents don’t realize, Merrick explained, pulling out a folder filled with documents. The lake isn’t actually owned by the HOA. It’s owned by Meridian Development Corporation, the original developers of this community.
They leased recreational rights to the HOA for a 30-year term, which is why Karen and the board can set usage rules. But, he tapped a document with a highlighted date, that lease expires in less than two months. This caught my attention immediately.
What happens then? Technically, Meridian could renew the lease, sell the lake outright to the HOA, or find another buyer entirely. Most residents have no idea they think the HOA owns everything in the community. Merrick leaned forward.
But, here’s where it gets interesting. I’ve heard through some contacts that Meridian is facing financial difficulties and might be looking to liquidate assets quickly. And our friend Karen knows this.
Over the next hour, Merrick and I dug deeper into public records. What we discovered was a pattern of manipulative behavior by Karen that went far beyond petty rule enforcement. Through various shell companies connected to her real estate business, she had been quietly acquiring properties throughout the neighborhood whenever residents were forced to sell, often after being hounded out by excessive HOA fines and violations.
And now she’s after a bigger game, Merrick concluded. From what I’ve gathered, she’s been in private talks with Meridian to purchase the lake property herself. Not for the HOA, mind you.
For her own real estate development company. Word is she plans to reduce lake access and build additional luxury homes on part of the shoreline. This explained the sudden fishing ban.
It wasn’t about environmental concerns at all. It was about gradually restricting lake usage to prepare for a complete change in ownership. Merrick introduced me to another ally, Samuel Washington, a retired local bank owner and one of the few residents who openly opposed Karen’s leadership.
Samuel, an elegant African-American man in his 60s, had experienced Karen’s subtle discrimination firsthand. Samuel invited us to his study the following evening, where he revealed a meticulously maintained database tracking HOA activities over the past decade. I started this as a simple record-keeping exercise, he explained, gesturing to his computer screen filled with spreadsheets.
But it quickly became apparent that there was a pattern to Karen’s enforcement actions. The data was undeniable. Homeowners of color received violation notices at nearly three times the rate of their white neighbors.
New residents were cited for infractions that long-standing homeowners routinely got away with. And most tellingly, properties that eventually sold at below market rates due to compliance issues frequently ended up in the hands of shell companies with connections to Wellington properties. Karen’s real estate operation is clever, Samuel explained, pulling up property records…
She never purchases directly. Instead, she uses a network of LLCs, Lakeside Investments, Wellington Holdings, Sierra Vista Properties, all ultimately tracing back to her but obscured enough to avoid obvious connection. He showed me documentation of six different homes that had been purchased this way over the past five years, all following the same pattern.
Excessive HOA violations, declining property values, desperate sales, and eventual high property resales after cosmetic renovations. Merrick nodded grimly. The lake is her endgame.
Meridian Development has been struggling since the recession. They overextended on commercial properties and have been quietly liquidating residential assets to cover debts. The lake was never meant to be permanent green space.
The original development plan from 30 years ago actually included lakefront condominiums, but environmental regulations at the time prevented construction. Those regulations have since been relaxed, Samuel added. With the right connections at City Hall, which Karen certainly has, permits could be issued for limited development.
A half-dozen luxury lakefront homes could easily bring in seven or eight million in revenue. My professional interest was piqued. Tell me more about Meridian’s financial situation, I said.
As a former venture capitalist, I was well-versed in recognizing distressed assets and opportunity. Over the next few days, Samuel connected me with former banking colleagues who provided discreet insights into Meridian’s precarious position. The company had taken on substantial debt financing a commercial development that had fallen through when anchor tenants pulled out during the pandemic.
Their credit lines were maxed, and they were quietly selling off land holdings to avoid bankruptcy. The lake property, valued at roughly $300,000, was one of their few remaining unencumbered assets. Meanwhile, Merrick had been quietly arranging small gatherings with other disgruntled residents.
We met in rotating locations, sometimes at Samuel’s home, sometimes at the local library’s private rooms, once even in the back room of a sympathetic resident’s bakery shop. The stories shared a disturbing pattern. She cited me for excessive holiday decorations the day after I spoke against her at the town council meeting.
James Morris, a retired teacher, told our small group, I’ve had the same Christmas lights for 15 years, but suddenly they violated some obscure brightness ordinance. My foster children were banned from the community pool for being too loud, shared Maria Gonzalez, a health care worker whose three foster kids had been swimming when Karen’s grandchildren wanted to use the pool. When I asked which rule they had broken, she said it was her executive decision as HOA president.
Diana Winters, a young widow who had moved to the community just before me, described how Karen had personally led an inspection committee through her backyard, claiming to check for mosquito breeding grounds. Two days later, I received violation notices for five different issues, all things that my neighbors have but weren’t cited for. When I pointed this out, Karen suggested that perhaps this community isn’t the right fit for someone in your situation.
Each story revealed Karen’s tactical approach. Isolate potential opposition, apply selective pressure through HOA mechanisms, and either force compliance or drive people out. Those who stayed learned to keep their heads down.
Those who fought back found themselves facing escalating harassment. Through these meetings, we identified potential allies throughout the community. Samuel created a secure messaging group where residents could share experiences and information without fear of retaliation.
We were building what amounted to an underground resistance within our own neighborhood. I also began researching Karen’s personal financial situation. As an investor, I knew how to read between the lines of property records and business filings.
What I discovered surprised me. Despite her carefully cultivated image of success, Wellington Properties was highly leveraged. Karen had taken out multiple lines of credit against her existing properties, likely to maintain her lavish lifestyle and fund her attempts to acquire new properties.
If the lake development plan fell through, she would be in serious financial trouble. She’s not just doing this for profit, I explained to Merrick and Samuel during one of our strategy sessions. She’s doing it out of necessity.
Based on these financial records, she’s overextended. The lake development isn’t just an opportunity for her, it’s financial survival. This information changed our calculus…
We weren’t just facing a neighborhood tyrant, we were dealing with someone fighting for their economic life. That made her more dangerous but also more vulnerable. At Samuel’s suggestion, I also reached out to Robert Chen, a real estate broker who had insider knowledge about the lake property and the local market.
We met at a coffee shop 20 miles away to ensure privacy. Karen’s been trying to put together financing to purchase the lake property for about $300,000, Robert confirmed, keeping his voice low despite the distance from our community. Meridian Development is in financial freefall and needs to close quickly.
They’ve given her a 60-day exclusive negotiation period, but they’re so desperate that they might accept a better offer if it came with immediate payment. Robert also revealed something even more interesting. Karen’s real estate empire is mostly smoke and mirrors at this point, he explained.
Wellington Properties looks impressive on paper, but she’s leveraged to the hilt. She’s been using her HOA connections and social network to maintain the appearance of success, but the truth is, she’s about three bad months away from serious trouble. That’s why she’s so aggressive about this lake deal, she needs a big win to keep her creditors at bay.
With this information, I began formulating a plan. As a venture capitalist, I had specialized in identifying distressed but potentially valuable assets, exactly what this lake property represented. I had the capital to make an immediate all-cash offer that would be extremely attractive to a cash-strapped developer like Meridian.
The question was timing, when to make my move for maximum effectiveness. We need to wait until Karen has fully committed herself publicly to this project, Samuel advised. Let her announce the special assessment for lake improvements.
Let her put her reputation on the line with the community and with her creditors. Then we pull the rug out from under her. Merrick agreed.
The more resources and political capital she expends before we make our move, the more devastating the impact will be when we succeed, and the more likely the community will turn against her when they realize they’ve been manipulated. As our coalition grew and our plans developed, we maintained absolute secrecy about our ultimate strategy. To the outside world, and especially to Karen’s network of informants within the community, we appeared to be simply a group of disgruntled residents documenting HOA overreach.
Karen clearly knew we were meeting, as evidenced by the sudden increase in random rule enforcement against those associated with our group, but she couldn’t know our true objective. With the information gathered from our various sources, we were ready to move to the next phase of our plan. Robert arranged a discreet meeting with Tom Branson, the Meridian executive handling the Lake property sale.
As I prepared for this crucial conversation, I knew we were approaching the point of no return in our battle against Karen Wellington. The stakes were high, not just for me and Selene, but for the entire community. It was time to see if our careful preparation would pay off.
The meeting with Tom Branson took place at a private room in a downtown law office, far from curious eyes in our community. As Robert had mentioned, Meridian was indeed desperate to offload assets quickly. Look, I’ll be straight with you, Tom said, after we’d covered the preliminaries….
We’ve given Wellington Properties a 60-day exclusive negotiation window, but there’s a clause that allows us to entertain other offers if they come with guaranteed rapid closing. Karen’s still trying to pull together investors and financing, but frankly, we needed the cash yesterday. What’s her offer? I asked.
$300,000, paid over an 18-month period with a complicated financing structure, Tom replied, his frustration evident. Our CFO is pushing us to liquidate non-core assets immediately to shore up our commercial development downtown. I nodded thoughtfully, then made my move.
I can offer $350,000, all cash, with closing in seven days. Tom’s eyebrows shot up. That would certainly get my board’s attention, he said, clearly surprised by the directness of my offer.
But I should warn you, Karen Wellington has friends in the local government. She won’t take this lying down. I’m counting on it, I replied with a smile.
Two days later, I had a preliminary agreement in hand, contingent only on a standard environmental assessment that could be completed within the week. To maintain secrecy, the purchasing entity was listed as Thornacroft Holdings, LLC, a company I created specifically for this transaction. Unless Karen personally investigated the corporate registration, she wouldn’t immediately connect it to me.
As I built my coalition and investigated my options, Karen apparently caught wind of my activities. Suddenly, I began receiving violation notices for issues that had never been mentioned before. Improper weed control, unauthorized landscaping materials, mailbox height violations, and even a citation for my garage door being the wrong shade of taupe, despite being painted the exact color approved when I moved in.
The fines began piling up, $100 here, $200 there. Within two weeks, I’d accumulated nearly $2,000 in violations. When I tried to contest them, my appeals were mysteriously lost or denied without explanation.
It was clear that Karen was using every tool at her disposal to pressure me into conformity. Then came a particularly troubling incident. Selene had left her bicycle in our driveway while running inside to answer a phone call.
Within 15 minutes, a violation notice appeared on our door, complete with photographs of the infraction. Someone had been watching our house, waiting for any minor slip-up to pounce on. The systematic nature of the harassment was becoming increasingly obvious.
The targeting wasn’t limited to just me. Anyone seen associating with our group soon found themselves subject to similar treatment. Maria Gonzalez received a citation for her lawn being a quarter-inch too high, measured precisely by Karen herself.
James Morris was fined for a bird feeder that had been in his yard for over a decade but suddenly violated an obscure aesthetic guideline. Diana Winters received a notice about improper trash disposal when her recycling bin was six inches too close to her garage. It was a clear campaign of intimidation, but it was having the opposite effect than Karen intended.
Instead of scaring people away from our coalition, her heavy-handed tactics were driving more residents to our secret meetings. With each new absurd violation, another neighbor joined our messaging group. By the third week, we had representatives from nearly 30 households, over a quarter of the community.
The final straw came when my daughter returned from school in tears. The kids at school are saying we’re troublemakers, she sobbed. Brianna said her mom told her we’re trying to bring down property values and that we don’t belong here.
Brianna’s mother, I discovered, was one of Karen’s closest allies on the HOA board. The battle had now extended to targeting my child. That night, after Celine was asleep, I called Merrick.
I’m considering selling the house and moving, I admitted. This is affecting Celine too much. That’s exactly what she wants, Merrick replied firmly.
Karen’s done this to at least six other families I know of. She hounds them with violations until they sell, usually at below market value because of the problems with the property, and then her real estate connections snap them up. Don’t give her that satisfaction.
He was right, of course. Walking away would be letting Karen win, and worse, it would be teaching Celine the wrong lesson about standing up to bullies. That same evening, I received word that the environmental assessment on the lake had come back clean, and Meridian’s board had accepted my offer.
The paperwork was ready to sign. Later that night, while reviewing the HOA governing documents again, I discovered something crucial. Karen’s proposed special assessment to improve lake amenities, which everyone understood was her way of raising funds to purchase the lake, required 75% homeowner approval, not the simple majority she had claimed at the meeting…
She was attempting to bypass the HOA’s own rules, confident that no one would challenge her. That was the moment everything crystallized for me. They’ve brought this fight to my daughter, I said to myself as I closed my laptop.
Time to show them what happens when you anger someone who’s spent their career learning how to break down and rebuild systems. The next morning, I withdrew $350,000 from my investment accounts, approximately 15% more than Karen’s offer for the lake property. I called Samuel Washington, who not only encouraged my plan, but offered to loan me another $50,000 to ensure we had enough leverage.
Within 48 hours, I had signed all the paperwork with Meridian Development. The lake, all six acres of it, including the surrounding 10-foot shoreline perimeter, now belonged to me, not the HOA, and certainly not Karen Wellington. What made the transaction particularly sweet was the timing.
The day after I closed the deal, Karen had scheduled a special HOA meeting to announce her vision for the future of our lake. She had even hired a local architecture firm to create renderings of proposed improvements, which, based on the preview I’d seen on the community bulletin board, included reducing the actual water area by about 20% to make room for a members-only lakeside lounge that would have conveniently eliminated the main fishing spots. I kept this information absolutely confidential, sharing it only with Merrick and Samuel.
Meanwhile, Karen was becoming increasingly aggressive, holding an emergency HOA meeting to announce a special assessment for critical community improvements, $50 per month additional fees from each household, supposedly for lake maintenance, but actually to build her war chest for the purchase. At the meeting, Karen stood at the podium with a PowerPoint presentation titled, Elevating Lakeside Estates, A Premier Vision. She spent 20 minutes outlining how the strategic reimagining of the lake area would enhance property values and community prestige.
What she didn’t mention, of course, was that her real estate company would be handling the development and sales of the new lakefront properties she planned to build. Karen also launched a thinly-veiled smear campaign against me. Without naming me directly, she spoke about certain new elements in our community who don’t understand our values, and financially unstable individuals trying to undermine property values.
Samuel bravely stood up to defend me, only to have Karen publicly humiliate him by bringing up a long-resolved tax issue from his past. I find it interesting, Karen said with mock sweetness, that Mr. Washington feels qualified to lecture us about community standards when he himself had to negotiate with the IRS over unpaid taxes just a few years ago. Perhaps we should focus on getting our own houses in order before criticizing others.
It was a low blow. Samuel had indeed faced an audit, but it was due to a clerical error that had been fully resolved. The way Karen framed it, however, made it sound like he was a tax cheat.
The meeting devolved further, when Saphira Dusklin tentatively suggested that perhaps a community vote should be taken before changing lake regulations so drastically. Karen fixed her with an icy stare. Saphira, I believe the flower shop lease renewal is coming up soon, isn’t it? It would be a shame if there were any complications with that.
The threat was barely concealed, and Saphira immediately backed down. As I watched this public display of intimidation, I felt a strange sense of calm. Karen had no idea that her grand plans had already been derailed, that the lake she was presenting as the centerpiece of her vision no longer belonged to Meridian and would never belong to her.
The satisfaction of knowing what was coming almost made up for the months of harassment. Meanwhile, Karen had used her connection with Mayor James Wilson to create administrative pressure on me. Suddenly, my home was subject to random safety inspections, and questions were raised about building permits for renovations the previous owner had completed years ago.
The mayor himself didn’t dirty his hands directly, but his building inspector, a cousin of Karen’s by marriage, was suddenly very interested in the structural integrity of my deck. The pressure was working. When Solenne came home crying for the third time in two weeks because classmates were excluding her based on rumors about our family, I nearly gave in, but then I received the phone call I’d been waiting for.
Meridian’s lawyer confirmed that Karen had just been informed that the lake property had been sold to an anonymous third-party investor, and that all negotiations with her were terminated. Within hours, Karen was on my doorstep, her carefully maintained composure visibly cracking. What did you do, she demanded, not bothering with pleasantries…
I know you’ve been talking to Meridian. Did you sabotage my deal? I smiled pleasantly. I have no idea what you’re talking about, Karen.
Though I did hear the lake property was sold, I hope the HOA has a good relationship with the new owner. Her eyes narrowed. This isn’t over.
The HOA has a binding recreational use agreement. Whoever bought that lake can’t change access without our approval. I think you should check the terms of that agreement, I replied calmly.
From what I understand, it expires in less than 30 days, and renewal is at the sole discretion of the property owner. Karen’s face paled slightly, but she recovered quickly. The community won’t stand for this.
We’ll sue for right of access. Good luck with that, I replied, still smiling as I closed the door. The next 24 hours were fascinating to observe.
Karen called an emergency HOA board meeting, closed to the general community. Through our network, we learned she was frantically trying to identify the new owner, and develop strategies to maintain control of the lake. She even enlisted Mayor Wilson to look into possible zoning restrictions, or eminent domain claims, all of which Merrick assured me were legally baseless given the property’s history and designation.
Over the next week, Karen grew increasingly desperate. She convened an emergency legal committee meeting, claiming the HOA would fight to maintain their rights to the lake. The mayor began making noise about zoning regulations and public access requirements, though as Merrick confirmed, none of these had any legal standing given the property’s private status.
Meanwhile, I quietly met with a water quality expert and a local conservation organization to assess the lake’s ecological health. What they found was concerning. Years of unregulated landscaping chemicals from surrounding properties had created abnormal algae growth, and the fish population was showing signs of stress.
The HOA had been completely neglecting the actual environmental health of the lake while using environmental concerns as an excuse to restrict activities like fishing. I also consulted with a security expert about installing cameras and creating a proper management plan for the property. Everything was being prepared for the moment when I would reveal myself as the new owner.
The turning point came when Karen decided to make a bold statement. She organized a massive lakeside party for all original homeowners, conspicuously excluding the newer residents to assert our community rights to our lake. The event was scheduled for Saturday afternoon, complete with catered food, music, and prominently displayed wine bars at each end of the lake.
What Karen didn’t know was that I had already filed the necessary paperwork to terminate the recreational use agreement early, citing multiple violations of the maintenance terms. My attorney had confirmed that the HOA’s neglect of water quality standards provided ample grounds for immediate termination, though the agreement would have expired in less than a month anyway. I decided this was the perfect moment for the big reveal.
As Karen’s party reached full swing, with about 60 residents drinking and socializing around the lake, I arrived with Merrick, Samuel, and two unexpected guests, my real estate attorney and a local police officer I’d briefed on the situation. Walking calmly into the center of the gathering, I picked up the microphone Karen had been using for announcements. Good afternoon, everyone…
