Horror Story: The lease-purchase It’s late at night. I’m still at the office to Prevost. I decide to stop working, but suddenly the phone rings. I hesitate before answering. The display tells me a number I do not know. Driven by curiosity I answer.
At the other end: a voice and distress.
- “Mr. notary, a bailiff came tonight, too bad there, that the air that the bank will...
by Man Mccarther