A poor student married a wealthy 70-year-old woman. A week later, he was stunned by what he realized.
A gray sky hung over the small Texas college town, the streets slick from rain.
Mark Davis trudged along the sidewalk, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his face clouded with worry. At 23, he was juggling his final year of law school, a part-time job, and a mountain of debt left behind by his late father. Each day, the world seemed to close in a little more.
“Mr. Davis, this is Eleanor Brooks.”
“I’d like to meet with you. It concerns your financial situation.”
Mark frowned. “Excuse me—who are you? How do you know about that?”
“I know quite a lot,” she interrupted gently. “Meet me at Brooks Bistro at 7 p.m. It’s important.”
The call ended before Mark could object. Confused but intrigued, he headed to the upscale café. By the time he arrived, the rain had intensified, and his jacket barely kept him dry.
Inside, he was greeted by warm lighting and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Sitting at a corner table was Eleanor Brooks—an imposing woman with impeccably styled silver hair, dressed in a tailored suit that radiated wealth. She gestured for Mark to sit.
Her tone was calm but commanding. Mark hesitated before taking the seat across from her.
“Mrs. Brooks, what is this about?” he asked, getting straight to the point.
“I’m here to offer a solution.”
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