I heard Margaret behind him.
“Tell her the car is staying here too.”
I smiled.
“Daniel, you should probably return the Mercedes.”
“Why?”
“Because the lease isn’t yours.”
Silence.
The vehicle was leased through my professional corporation for better commercial terms.
Daniel only made monthly household transfers.
His name wasn’t on the lease.
His laughter died.
“You said it was ours.”
“I said you could drive it.”
Margaret grabbed the phone.
“You manipulative little—”
I ended the call.
Twenty minutes later, I removed Daniel as an authorized driver and told
