I glanced at Jenna, who was frozen like a deer in headlights, and nodded for her to leave us. Tyler needed to hear this, and he needed to hear it alone.
“Tyler,” I began, my voice steady as steel, “I am Morgan Hayes, Director of Operations at Falcon Ridge Real Estate Group.” I watched as the realization dawned on him, the color draining from his face. “And this,” I continued, tapping the loan application with my manicured nails, “is your company’s loan request.”
His eyes widened, his bravado crumbling like a house of cards. “I… I had no idea,” he stuttered, his confidence evaporating. He was a man teetering on the brink of understanding the gravity of his mistake.
