Chapter 7: The House She Bought Behind Our Backs
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Terrence stood behind his desk, holding the bank statement.
Noah sat motionless.
Jalen stared at his mother.
Finally, Terrence lowered the paper.
"You bought a house?""
Keisha adjusted the strap of her purse.
"Yes.""
"With what money?""
She looked directly at him.
"My money.""
Terrence gave a short, disbelieving laugh.
"Your money?""
"I work just as hard as you do.""
"Then why was the deposit taken from the business account?""
Keisha looked away.
"It was a temporary transfer.""
"Four thousand dollars is not a temporary transfer when you don't tell your business partner.""
"I was going to replace it.""
"When?""
"When I could.""
Terrence placed the statement on the desk.
"Where is this house?""
Keisha hesitated.
"Decatur.""
"Decatur?""
"Yes.""
"How long have you owned it?""
"Three weeks.""
Terrence looked at the calendar hanging above his desk.
Three weeks.
That was the same week Noah had asked his mother for money to replace his broken school laptop.
She had told him to use the library computers.
Noah slowly stood.
"Is that why you said we couldn't afford my laptop?""
Keisha turned toward him.
"Don't bring that up.""
"Why not?""
"Because it has nothing to do with this.""
"You bought a house, Mom. But you couldn't help me buy something I needed for school?""
Keisha's expression hardened.
"You're seventeen. You don't understand adult responsibilities.""
Noah nodded.
"You're right. I don't understand how you can buy a house while telling your son he can't afford a laptop.""
Jalen shifted in his chair.
"Can we not make everything about Noah?""
Terrence turned.
"Jalen, you've received money from this business for months. You knew about the account. You knew about the car. And now you're telling me to stop asking questions?""
Jalen threw his hands up.
"I didn't buy the house!""
"No. But you accepted money that may have helped pay for it.""
Keisha stepped forward.
"Don't put this on him.""
Terrence looked at her.
"Then stop putting everything on Noah.""
The office fell silent.
Terrence picked up his phone.
"I'm calling Denise.""
Keisha immediately objected.
"Don't.""
He ignored her.
The call connected.
"Terrence?"" Denise answered.
"Denise, I need to ask you something. Is there a property purchase connected to the business reserve account?""
A pause.
"I found a transaction marked property deposit.""
"Yes. I'm looking at it now.""
Denise typed something.
"That payment was transferred from the reserve account to an external account. The beneficiary name is Keisha Black.""
Terrence closed his eyes.
"Was the account used to make any other property-related payments?""
"Let me check.""
The silence stretched.
Then Denise spoke again.
"There's another payment scheduled for tomorrow.""
Terrence straightened.
"What payment?""
"Nine thousand dollars.""
Keisha's face lost its color.
Terrence looked at her.
"Nine thousand?""
Denise continued.
"The memo says final closing payment.""
Terrence gripped the phone.
"Can you tell me where it's going?""
"To the title company handling the property purchase.""
Terrence stared at Keisha.
"Did you already sign the purchase agreement?""
She didn't respond.
"Keisha!""
"Yes," she finally said.
Terrence looked back at the phone.
"Denise, don't authorize any further business transfers without proper approval. Send me every document related to that payment.""
"Understood.""
He ended the call.
Keisha immediately raised her voice.
"You had no right to interfere with that!""
Terrence looked at her.
"With money from our business?""
"It was supposed to be an investment!""
"Then why didn't you tell me?""
"Because you always have to control everything!""
Terrence stepped away from the desk.
"I built this place with you. We started with two pressure washers and a rented building. I worked fourteen-hour days. I trusted you to manage the money while I handled operations.""
"And I did!""
"Then explain the withdrawals!""
Keisha's eyes filled with anger.
"I was trying to secure something for my children!""
Noah looked up.
"Which children?""
She turned toward him.
"What?""
"You keep saying it's for your children. But you mean Jalen.""
"That's not true.""
"Where is my part?""
Keisha shook her head.
"Everything isn't about money.""
Noah let out a small laugh.
"That's easy to say when you're the one holding it.""
Jalen stood abruptly.
"That's enough, Noah!""
Noah faced him.
"Why are you angry at me?""
"Because you're making Mom look like a criminal!""
"I'm asking where my money went!""
Jalen moved closer.
"You think you're better than everybody because you work hard?""
"No. I just thought working meant something.""
Terrence stepped between them.
"Both of you, stop.""
Jalen backed away, breathing heavily.
Then he turned to Keisha.
"Mom, tell him about the agreement.""
Terrence frowned.
"What agreement?""
Keisha looked at Jalen.
He swallowed.
"You said the house was going to be mine eventually.""
Terrence slowly turned toward his wife.
"What?""
Jalen looked uncomfortable.
"She told me it would be my place. She said I'd have somewhere to stay while I got my detailing business started.""
Noah looked at his brother.
"So that's why you were getting five hundred dollars every month?""
Jalen didn't answer.
Terrence sat down.
He looked genuinely exhausted now.
"Keisha, did you buy a house for Jalen using money from this business?""
She shook her head.
"Not exactly.""
"Then explain exactly.""
She looked toward the window.
"It's a property I purchased. Jalen might live there. That's all.""
Terrence stared at her.
"And Noah?""
Keisha frowned.
"What about him?""
"Was he ever part of this plan?""
"He doesn't need a house. He's still in school.""
Terrence nodded slowly.
"Of course.""
Noah picked up his backpack.
"I'm going home.""
Terrence looked at him.
"Wait. I'll drive you.""
"No, Dad. I can take the bus.""
"Son—"
"I just want to go.""
Terrence didn't stop him.
Noah walked through the car wash, past the waiting customers, past the shelves of cleaning products, and out into the evening air.
He didn't look back.
At the bus stop, he sat beneath a flickering streetlight.
A few minutes later, his phone buzzed.
It was a message from an unknown number.
*Unknown:* Noah, this is Denise, the accountant. Your father asked me to send you something.
An attachment appeared.
Noah opened it.
It was a copy of the property purchase agreement.
He scrolled through the pages.
The address was in Decatur.
The purchase price was $186,000.
The buyer was Keisha Black.
But the section titled *INTENDED OCCUPANT* contained another name.
Jalen Black.
Noah kept scrolling.
Then he noticed something strange.
Under the section labeled *SOURCE OF FUNDS*, the agreement listed three accounts.
The family reserve account.
Jalen's payroll account.
And an account Noah had never seen before.
*NOAH BLACK — MINOR BENEFICIARY ACCOUNT.*
His fingers went cold.
He read the words again.
An account in his name.
An account he had never known existed.
And according to the purchase agreement, money from that account had also been used toward the house.
Noah immediately called his father.
Terrence answered on the first ring.
"Son?""
"Dad, there's another account.""
"What account?""
Noah stared at the screen.
"One with my name on it.""
A long silence followed.
Then Terrence asked a question that made Noah realize the situation was much worse than he had imagined.
"Son, how much money did you ever deposit into that account?""
Noah swallowed.
"Nothing.""
Terrence went quiet.
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Because the agreement showed a transfer of $12,000.
And Noah had never had twelve thousand dollars.
