My Son Forced Me Into A Nursing Home To Take My House.He Didn't Know I Was The ...

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[00:00:00]My coffee cup was halfway to my lips when my son threw a stack of papers across my kitchen counter and said, "Mom, the car to the nursing home is in the driveway. You have 10 minutes." He didn't know that by 5p.

[00:00:16]M.

[00:00:18]He'd be the one without an office to walk into. I'm Natalie, 71.

[00:00:25]My son Cooper is a lawyer in Century City. His wife Ree was already photographing my living room for the listing. The locks on my house had been changed overnight. The power of attorney on the counter had my signature on it, a signature I had not written. What Cooper didn't know, what he hadn't bothered to check for 3 years, was that the office building his law firm leases on Avenue of the Stars belongs to a small LLC I bought in 1998.

[00:00:53]He signed his commercial lease in 2021.

[00:00:56]He paid rent every month to a property manager who worked for me. He had been writing rent checks to his own mother for 36 months. And his lease buried on page 14 had a clause his junior associate hadn't read. If you have ever underestimated the woman who taught you to read a contract, you need to see what happens when she finally turns to page 14. My coffee was still steaming when Cooper kicked the back door open with his shoulder. He didn't knock. He didn't ring the bell. He didn't call out, "Mom, are you up the way a normal grown man visits his mother on a Saturday morning?" He kicked the door open. Two strangers came in behind him. A woman in pale blue scrubs and a man in a tan jacket with a clipboard. Ree, my daughter-in-law, was the last one in in white linen pants and gold sandals with her phone already raised to the ceiling taking photos, of my kitchen, of my breakfast nook, of the bowl of lemons on the counter Daniel had picked from our backyard tree the week before he died 12 years ago, and which I had kept refilling from the same tree every Sunday Since Ree photographed Daniel's lemons, Cooper crossed the kitchen in four strides. He did not say good morning. He set a stack of papers down on the counter, dead center, on the spot where I take my coffee every morning at 7 a m. He set them down hard. The sound was the same sound I had heard him make at 13 years old when he slammed his backpack down after middle school football practice. The same sound from a 39year-old lawyer in a $1,000 polo shirt on a Saturday morning in his widowed mother's kitchen. He said, "Mom, the car to the nursing home is in the driveway.

[00:02:57]You have 10 minutes. I did not put my coffee cup down. I want you to register that." My coffee cup stayed exactly where it was, halfway between the saucer and my mouth. I did not flinch. I did not gasp. I looked at my son. I said, "Cooper, take your shoes off in my house." He laughed. It was not a real laugh. It was the laugh he had been practicing in the mirror for 2 days. The laugh of a man trying to convince himself he was in charge of a room he was not in charge of. He said, "Mom, did you hear me 10 minutes?" The woman in scrubs stepped forward. She introduced herself in the carefully neutral voice of a person who had done this before.

[00:03:47]She said, "Mrs. Pierce, my name is Eene. I'm a registered nurse with Sunset Manor Assisted Living in Pasadena. Your son and daughter-in-law have arranged a wonderful private room for you. We'd like to make this transition as smooth as possible. I have your medications listed here from your son. Is there anything else we should know before we go? I looked at Eileen. Een, I would learn later, was 28 years old, 2 years out of nursing school, and had been hired part-time by Sunset Manor, specifically to do home pickups on Saturdays. She made $26 an hour. She did not know me. She did not know my son.

[00:04:35]She did not know that nothing on her clipboard was legal. I said, "Eilen, who is paying you to be here this morning?" Eileen blinked. Cooper said, "Mom, don't." I said, "Een, I'm going to ask you again, who hired Sunset Manor for this pickup?" Eileen looked at the man in the tan jacket. The man in the tan jacket, his name tag said Brian admission said mime, your son is your power of attorney. He authorized your admission yesterday afternoon. I said, Brian, is that a notorized power of attorney you have in your folder? Brian opened his folder. He pulled out a piece of paper. He showed it to me from across the counter. There was indeed a notorized power of attorney on it with the notary stamp of a notary I had never met and with a signature on the bottom line. The signature said Natalie Pierce.

[00:05:41]The signature had been written by a person who did not know that I have signed my name the same way every single day for the last 53 years. Since the day I got my driver's license in 1971, I sign my name with the T in Natalie, crossed downward from right to left.

[00:05:58]Every other person in America crosses the T from left to right. I have done it the other way since I was 18. It is the kind of thing only a person who has watched you sign documents thousands of times. Only a husband or a daughter or a mother would notice. My son had not been in the room when I signed documents in 25 years. He had not noticed. The tea on the forge document was crossed left to right. I set my coffee down. Carefully, I said. Cooper, step into the dining room with me. The rest of you, please wait here. Re, please stop taking photographs of my home. Reese lowered her phone. She had taken, by my count, at least 40 photographs in the four minutes since they had walked in. She had been photographing the bowl of lemons, the countertops, the art on the wall, the view through the bay window, the dining room, the hallway. She had been doing it for a listing. She had a buyer in mind or a price in mind, or both. Cooper walked into the dining room. I walked in behind him. I closed the pocket door behind us.

[00:07:19]Cooper turned to me. He started talking immediately. He said, "Mom, I knew you were going to make this difficult.

[00:07:29]Listen, Reys and I have been talking for months. The market is hot. Your house is worth 4.5.

[00:07:38]We need to take the equity now while we can. The nursing home is paid for.

[00:07:43]Sunset Manor is beautiful. You're going to love it. They have art classes. They have a courtyard. We have power of attorney. We can do this with or without your cooperation.

[00:07:56]But it's so much easier if you just come quietly. I let him talk. I let him say all of it. I want you to understand. I had been ready for this conversation for almost 6 months. I had not known it was coming on this Saturday. I had not known about Eileen the nurse or Brian the admissions officer or the forge signature with the wrong direction tea.

[00:08:19]But I had known something like this was coming since the night in May when Cooper had stayed for dinner alone without Ree and had asked me over the spaghetti I had made him since he was 8 years old what my plans were for the house in the next 5 years. He had asked it casually. He had asked it the way a son asks a mother a casual question. I had told him I planned to die in this house. He had laughed. He had said, "Mom, that's morbid." I had not laughed back. After that dinner, I had called Imani Brooks. Imani is 68.

[00:08:59]She is the best real estate attorney in West Los Angeles. She has been my closest friend since 1999.

[00:09:07]when she moved her practice into a small office in a building I owned on Wilshire Boulevard and she paid me rent for 14 years before she bought her own building in 2013.

[00:09:18]Immani has known my son since he was 14.

[00:09:22]She has known the version of him before law school and the version of him during law school and the version of him after he met Ree. and she has been telling me very quietly for the last 4 years that the version after Ree was a different person than the boy she had known. I had told Emani on a Tuesday afternoon in late May what Cooper had asked me at dinner. Immani had said only one thing. She had said, "Natali, I want you to come to my office on Thursday. I want you to bring every document you have on the Bair Townhouse and every document you have on Pierce Properties LLC. Do not tell Cooper you are coming. Do not tell anyone. I had gone to Ammani's office that Thursday.

[00:10:13]She had spent 4 hours reviewing my paperwork. She had drawn up new documents. She had put fresh signatures of mine on file with three different notaries. She had updated my medical advance directive. She had named her own parallegal, Whitney Adams, as my emergency contact and secondary POA, replacing Cooper. She had given me a printed sheet of instructions to keep in my purse a small laminated card that said, "In case of any attempt by Cooper Pierce or Reese Pierce to commit her to a facility, transfer her assets, or change her residence, please call Immani Brooks immediately at this number.

[00:10:57]The card was in my purse. My purse was on the chair by the bay window of the dining room. Cooper, who had been talking for almost a full minute now, finally paused. He said, "Mom, do you understand what I'm telling you?" I said, "Cooper, I understand exactly what you're telling me. I have one question.

[00:11:21]When did you forge my signature on the power of attorney Cooper's face? did the small movement that men's faces do when they have been caught and they are deciding in real time. How much to admit? He said, "What are you talking about?" I said, "Cooper, the notary stamp on that document is dated Thursday. The signature on it is not mine. I have signed my name the same way for 53 years, and you don't know how I sign it. You signed it for me. I would like you to tell me right now before we walk back into that kitchen whether you used my real name on a real document with a real notary or whether you went to a notary who agreed to do it without me being present. Cooper said mom I said Cooper the answer matters. He said there was a notary. Ree knew somebody. He met us at a coffee shop in Studio City on Thursday afternoon. He stamped the document without checking your ID. Ree paid him $500 in cash. We We knew it was We knew it wasn't. But Mom, you would never have signed it. You wouldn't have agreed. I said, "Cooper, you just told me in your own words that you committed felony forgery and that your wife committed felony bribery of a notary. Do you understand that?" He said, "Mom, please, please, just come quietly. We need this house." Me firm. Mom, my firm is in trouble. The Anderson case is killing me. We needed bridge capital.

[00:13:09]The bank won't give it. The investors won't give it. The only liquid asset in the family is this house. Mom, and we can't get it without without, he stopped. I said, without me being declared incompetent or being moved out of it or being dead. He did not answer.

[00:13:32]I let the silence sit. The kitchen on the other side of the pocket door was very quiet. I assumed Eileen and Brian had figured out that something was wrong. They were not talking. They were waiting. Ree, I assumed was photographing the dining room through the gap at the bottom of the pocket door. I did not check. I said, Cooper, I'm going to do something now. I want you to remember this moment for the rest of your life. I want you to remember that I gave you a chance. I am going to tell you very carefully that if you stop right now, if you call Eileen and Brian and tell them this was a misunderstanding, if you ask Reese to delete every photograph she has taken in this house, if you and your wife leave my driveway in the next 10 minutes, and if you tear up the forged power of attorney in front of me right now, I will not press charges. I will not tell Imani what you just told me. I will tell her there was a family disagreement.

[00:14:41]We will go to family counseling. We will figure out a way to repair this. Do you understand what I am offering you?

[00:14:48]Cooper was looking at the dining room floor. He said, "Mom, I can't." Reys.

[00:14:55]Ree has already listed the house with a broker. The listing goes live Monday morning. We've already wired the deposit on the new house in Newport. We can't unwind it now. Mom, please. Please just come quietly. We'll figure something out. I'll make it right with you after.

[00:15:16]I stood in my own dining room. In the house I had bought with Daniel in 1991.

[00:15:23]In the house, Daniel had died in 12 years ago this November. And I looked at my 40-year-old son in his thousand polo shirt. And I felt for the first time in my life absolutely nothing for him. No anger, no grief, no mother's instinct, nothing. The man in front of me was not my son. He was a stranger in my son's body who had crossed a line my son would never have crossed. And I understood in that quiet moment in my dining room that the boy who had once handed me dandelions in this very room when he was four years old had died somewhere in the last 5 years and that I had not been present for the funeral. Cooper looked up. He said, "Mom, will you come quietly?" I said. Cooper, yes, I will come quietly. I want you to remember those four words because they are the most important four words I have spoken in my life. I will come quietly.

[00:16:29]Cooper's face changed. He smiled. The relief on it was the relief of a man who had been holding his breath. He said, "Thank you, Mom. Thank you. I I love you. I promise I'll come visit. Ree and I will visit. I did not respond to the I love you. I walked past him. I opened the pocket door. I walked into the kitchen. I picked up my purse from the chair by the bay window. I made eye contact with Ree who lowered her phone finally and tried to smile at me. I did not smile back. I said, "Eilen, Brian, I'd like to make this easy. Could you please give me 20 minutes to pack a small bag and write a note for the housekeeper?" Eileen looked at Brian.

[00:17:24]Brian looked at Cooper. Cooper, who had walked into the kitchen behind me, nodded. He said, "That's fine. Take your time, Mom." I walked down the hall toward my bedroom. I did not run.

[00:17:42]I did not lock the bedroom door. I walked into my closet the way a woman walks into her own closet on any ordinary Saturday morning.

[00:17:52]And I packed a small overnight bag pajamas, a change of clothes, my toothbrush, my reading glasses, the photograph of Daniel from our anniversary trip to Lake Ko in 2008 that I keep on my dresser. I put the laminated card from Ammani into the front pocket of my purse. And then while I was packing in the quiet privacy of my own closet with the closet door half closed, I pulled out my phone and I did one thing. I sent a text message.

[00:18:31]The text message went to Ammani Brooks.

[00:18:33]The text message said only this. Immani code blue sunset manner Pasadena Cooper forged POA he admitted it notary in studio city paid 500 cash by Ree on Thursday I am going voluntarily get the file get Marcus make the call and I sent the text I put my phone in the bottom of my overnight bag I walked out of my closet it down the hallway into my kitchen. I handed my bag to Eileen. I said, "I'm ready."

[00:19:15]Cooper said, "That's it. Just one bag."

[00:19:18]I said, "Cooper, I won't need much." He didn't catch it.

[00:19:24]He didn't catch it because he had never in his life paid careful attention to what his mother was actually saying. We walked out of the house together. Reys photographed me getting into the Sunset Manor car. She was already composing the caption in her head. I could see it on her face. Mom moved into her new chapter today. So bittersweet, but so proud of her courage. Number blessed number downsizing. The car pulled out of the driveway at 10:42 a.m. M. On a Saturday morning, I sat in the back seat. Eileen sat next to me. Brian drove. Cooper and Ree followed in Cooper's BMW.

[00:20:09]Nobody spoke. I watched my house disappear in the side mirror. I did not cry. I did not look at it for long. I looked instead at the laminated card in my hand, the phone number for Ammani Brooks, the instructions about what would happen, step by step. In the next 72 hours, if Cooper Pierce did exactly what he had just done, Imani had drafted the protocol 6 months ago. She had named it on the laminated card in small black letters at the top. Operation page 14.

[00:20:48]The Sunset Manor car pulled up to the front entrance at 11:18.

[00:20:53]M. The building was beautiful. I will give them that sand colored stucco.

[00:21:00]Terraott tiles fountain in the front courtyard.

[00:21:05]Bugen Villia climbing up a trellis. The way Bugan Villia climbs up every trellis in California. Eileen helped me out of the car. Brian carried my bag. Cooper and Reese parked behind us. Reys got out of the BMW, lifted her phone, and took a photograph of the entrance sign, Sunset Manor, Assisted Living, and Memory Care for her future Instagram post about the difficult decisions adult children sometimes have to make. Brian led us through the lobby. He punched a four-digit code into a keypad next to a glass door. The keypad beeped. The door opened. We walked into the residential wing. The carpet was beige. The hallway smelled like air freshener over something else. I have been in enough hospital corridors in my life to know what that smell is. It is the smell of disinfectant trying to cover the smell of bodies that have stopped being able to take care of themselves. I do not say that to be cruel. I say it because it is true and because the people who designed Sunset Manor knew that and because they had chosen the air freshener carefully.

[00:22:18]Brian led us to room 247.

[00:22:21]He opened the door. The room was small.

[00:22:24]A twin bed, a nightstand, a window that did not open, a wardrobe with a sliding door that did not close all the way, a bathroom with a pull cord above the toilet. The bedspread was a print of small purple flowers. There was a Bible on the nightstand. There was no television. Brian set my bag down on the bed. Eileen said, "Mrs. Pierce, I'm going to give you a few minutes to settle in. Lunch is at 12:15 in the dining room. I'll come back at noon to walk you down. Cooper standing in the doorway behind her. Said, "Mom, I'll be back tomorrow." Reys and I will bring some of your things from the house. Whatever you want, I said.

[00:23:15]Cooper, I'd like the photograph from my dresser. The one from Lake Ko and the silver tea service from the dining room.

[00:23:24]The one my mother gave me. Cooper said, "Mom, the tea service I think Ree was going to." He stopped. He had almost told me his wife was going to keep my mother's silver tea service. He did not finish the sentence. He just said, "I'll bring it tomorrow." I said, "Thank you, Cooper." He left. Reese left. The door closed. I sat down on the bed. I looked at my watch. It was 11:32 a.m. m exactly 50 minutes had passed since my coffee was halfway to my lips in my kitchen in Bair. 50 minutes ago, I had been a free woman in my own home. Now I was sitting on a twin bed under a fluorescent light in a room I did not own, in a building I did not choose.

[00:24:18]in a city I did not live in. I gave myself 60 seconds. I let myself sit. I let myself feel it. I let myself imagine just for one minute. That this was actually my life now. That Cooper had won. That I would wake up tomorrow in this bed. that the lemon tree in my backyard, the one Daniel wanted, the one Daniel had planted in 1992, was going to be cut down by a landscaping crew before the listing went live. That the bedroom Daniel had died in was going to be staged with someone else's furniture and photographed by a real estate agent named Britney for an MLS listing. that my mother's silver tea service was going to end up on Reese's Instagram in a flatlay photograph with the caption, "Found this beautiful vintage piece." Finally adding some warmth to our new place. I let myself feel that for 60 seconds. Then I stood up. I unzipped the bottom compartment of my overnight bag. I took out my phone.

[00:25:22]There were already nine messages from Ammani Brooks. The first one had come in at 10:51a m 9 minutes after I sent my text. The most recent had come in at 11:28.

[00:25:37]4 minutes ago, I opened the thread.

[00:25:40]Imani's messages were short. N got it.

[00:25:45]Marcus is on the way to your house.

[00:25:48]Holding cease and desist. will be there before listing goes live Monday. N Whitney is pulling the LLC docs. Will email full lease package within the hour. N Inspector Rays at LAPD financial crimes.

[00:26:06]Old contact already briefed on the forged POA. He needs you to call him from a safe location.

[00:26:14]N Sunset Manor. What is the room number?

[00:26:18]I want Whitney to courier paperwork there for your signature. N the notary in Studio City. We need a name. Can you get one out of Cooper without him knowing why you're asking in the lease termination notice on Cooper's office drafted? Ready to file Monday morning 9.

[00:26:37]A M page section s moralitude close. I have grounds, strong grounds. N Marcus says the property manager at Cooper's building is willing to coordinate. He has the lease in the office safe. Cooper has not been in to read it in 3 years. N Call me when you can. Sunset Manor is required to give you private phone access. Ask for the resident's phone or use your own.

[00:27:15]They cannot legally confiscate it. N.

[00:27:19]Hang in there. I I read every message. I sat down again on the twin bed. I opened my phone's call app. I dialed Imani's direct line. She answered on the first ring. She said, "N." I said, "Emoney."

[00:27:38]She said, "Are you alone? Is the door closed?" I said, "Yes." They said they'd come back at noon for lunch. She said, "You have 28 minutes. Listen carefully."

[00:27:53]She told me what to do. She had spent 6 months preparing for this. She had a binder. She had a flowchart.

[00:28:02]She had a list. She walked me through it step by step. Step one, I was to remain at Sunset Manor through Monday morning voluntarily, cooperatively without raising any alarm. This was critical. She said if I tried to leave today, Cooper would file an emergency court order to force me back and we would spend two weeks in front of a judge arguing about my mental capacity.

[00:28:32]If I stayed voluntarily through Monday morning, Cooper would think he had won and his lawyers, Cooper himself, would not file anything to keep me there. By Monday morning when we filed our paperwork, I would still be a voluntary resident and the entire stack of forged documents would be moot. Step two, I was to call Inspector Reyes at the LAPD Financial Crimes Division at exactly 12:45 p.m.

[00:29:03]today during lunch when the resident's phone in the dining hall was likely to be free. He was waiting for the call. He would take my statement about the forged power of attorney. The investigation would begin under the radar. By Monday morning, he would have a warrant for the notary's records in Studio City. Step three, Marcus Webb, the property manager at Cooper's office building in Century City, was being briefed by Ammani that afternoon. Marcus had been with Pierce Properties LLC for 14 years. He knew me.

[00:29:40]He knew Cooper. He had in fact been the one to recommend Cooper to me as a potential tenant back in 2021 when Cooper had been looking for a new office and Marcus had quietly told me he had a feeling Cooper didn't know I owned the building. I had agreed. Cooper had signed the lease without ever looking up the LLC. He had been so eager to get the corner office on the 14th floor that he had not bothered to do the kind of due diligence even a firstear associate would have done. Immani told me Marcus was going to be physically present at Cooper's office on Monday morning at 9:00 a.m. m to deliver the lease termination notice in person. Step four.

[00:30:25]Whitney Adams, Immani's Parallegal, was driving to my house in Bair with a notary that afternoon to verify that my home had not been touched yet, to photograph the interior for evidentiary purposes, and to deliver a cease and desist letter to any real estate broker who had been engaged by Ree for the listing. Step five. On Monday morning at exactly 900 a.m.

[00:30:54]Pacific time, three things would happen simultaneously.

[00:30:58]One, Immani would file an emergency motion in Los Angeles Superior Court to void the forged power of attorney. With Inspector Ray's preliminary findings attached as evidence, Marcus would deliver the lease termination notice to Cooper at his office.

[00:31:17]citing the moral turpitude clause on page 14 of the lease forgery of his mother's signature qualifying in Immani's professional opinion as a clear and provable violation of that clause three Whitney would come to Sunset Manor with a formal discharge request a witnessed competency affidavit signed by my personal physician of 14 years and the keys to a rental car that would drive me directly back to Bair. Step six. Once I was home, the LAPD would execute a search warrant on the notary in Studio City. The forgery investigation would become public.

[00:31:59]Cooper's law firm would learn within 24 hours of the lease termination that the State Bar of California had been contacted by Ammani's office. A formal complaint had been drafted. It would not be filed automatically.

[00:32:14]It would be held in escrow pending Cooper's response to the criminal charges. If Cooper cooperated, returned the assets he had attempted to seize and accepted a settlement agreement.

[00:32:28]The state bar complaint would be withdrawn. If Cooper resisted, the state bar complaint would be filed Tuesday morning and Cooper's law license would be under formal review by Friday.

[00:32:40]Immani paused. She said, "N, do you understand all of this?" I said, "Imani, I understand all of this." She said, "N, do you want to do all of this? You can stop here. You can ask me to do less. We can ask for a settlement without the criminal referral. We can ask for the lease termination without the state bar complaint. There are softer paths." I sat on the twin bed in room 247 of Sunset Manor Assisted Living. I looked at the Bible on the nightstand. I looked at the bedspread with the purple flowers. I thought about my son standing in my kitchen at 10:33 a m and giving me 10 minutes to leave my home. I thought about Ree photographing the bowl of Daniel's lemons. I thought about Cooper telling me in my own dining room that they had wired a deposit on a house in Newport with money that did not yet exist because they had not yet stolen mine. I thought about the tea in Natalie on the forged document.

[00:33:51]Cross left to write by a man who did not know how his own mother signed her name.

[00:33:55]I said, "Immani, do all of it." She said n you understand this will end his law career. I said Imani. He ended his own law career on Thursday afternoon at a coffee shop in Studio City when he handed $500 in cash to a notary to forge his mother's name.

[00:34:20]I am just delivering the news. Immani was quiet for a moment. She said, "N I love you. I'll see you Monday morning. I said, "E- money. Thank you." She hung up. I sat on the bed for another 2 minutes. Then I stood up. I unpacked my bag. I hung my change of clothes in the wardrobe. I put my toothbrush in the bathroom. I set Daniel's photograph on the nightstand. I put my mother's silver tea service, which Cooper had not brought me. which Cooper had not yet brought me out of my mind. I went to lunch at noon. I sat at a table with three other women. They were named Ruth, Elellanor, and Vivien. Ruth was 84, Eleanor was 79, Vivien was 81. They had been at Sunset Manor for 1, three, and 5 years, respectively. They were sharp. They were funny. Ruth had been an English professor at UCLA for 30 years. Eleanor had run a dress shop in Inino for 40.

[00:35:33]Vivien had been a flight attendant for Pan-Amean for 32 years and had been to 43 countries. They asked me gently what had brought me here. I told them the whole story. the kitchen, the car, the forged power of attorney, the plan.

[00:35:54]Ruth listened. When I was done, she said, "Honey, did you bring your phone?"

[00:36:01]I said, "Yes." Vivian said, "Then call your attorney every 2 hours. We've all been here a long time. We know what these places do when they think nobody is watching," Eleanor said. And after lunch, come back to my room. I have a small bottle of bourbon that I keep for emergencies.

[00:36:25]This qualifies as an emergency. I went to Eleanor's room after lunch. The three of us drank a small glass of bourbon each. We did not talk about my son. We talked about Pan-Amean Airways in 1973 and about a Burberry coat Eleanor still owned from her dress shop and about a book Ruth had once written about Joan Ddian that I told her I had read in 1989.

[00:36:48]By the time I went back to my own room at 2:30, I had eaten lunch, had a small drink with three new friends. I made one phone call to Inspector Reyes from the resident's phone in the dining hall and waited. While I was doing that, and this is the part of the story I learned later through Ammani Cooper, PICE was committing the second most significant mistake of his life. Cooper and Ree after they dropped me at Sunset Manor, drove back to my house in Bair. They let themselves in. Cooper had indeed changed the locks the night before. He had hired a locksmith on Friday at 5p m. He had paid in cash. He had told the locksmith his elderly mother had become forgetful and that he was worried about her wandering. The locksmith had believed him. The locksmith had charged him $800 and had not asked questions.

[00:37:49]Cooper and Ree walked into my house at 12:15p.

[00:37:53]M. That Saturday, Ree went immediately upstairs to the bedroom. Daniel and I had shared end of quote. And she began going through my closet. She took photographs of my designer handbags. She took photographs of my jewelry box. She put three of my handbags into a tote bag she had brought from her car. She took my mother's silver tea service from the dining room and put it in the trunk of Cooper's BMW.

[00:38:21]Cooper sat in Daniel's study. He opened my filing cabinet, the one I keep my household paperwork in, and he began to look for the deed to the house. He did not find it. The deed to the house was not in that filing cabinet. The deed to the house had been moved to Ammani's office in 2015.

[00:38:40]Cooper did not know this. He searched the filing cabinet for 45 minutes. He found old utility bills, tax returns from 2014, the warranty paperwork for the dishwasher. He did not find a deed. He began to grow agitated. He called Ree downstairs. He said, "The deed isn't here. Mom must have moved it." Reys said, "Did she put it in a safe deposit box?" Cooper said, "I don't know. She has accounts at three banks. I don't have the keys to any of them. They argued for a few minutes. Then Ree had an idea. Ree said, "Cooper, we don't need the deed. We have the POA.

[00:39:30]We can record a transfer at the county recorder's office Monday morning."

[00:39:34]Cooper said, "Re, that's not how it works. We need the deed to record a transfer." Ree said. Then get a duplicate. Order one. It's a public record. Cooper said that takes 10 business days. Ree said. Then we list the house and disclose later. The broker doesn't need the deed to list it. We can deal with the transfer after we have an offer. Cooper said. Ree. We can't list a house if I don't own it. Ree said. You will own it by the time we close. You'll have it. Cooper, please. We have to move fast. The listing has to go live Monday. Cooper agreed. They drove to the broker's office in Beverly Hills that afternoon.

[00:40:29]The broker, a woman named Britney Castellano, who had been working in residential real estate for 6 years and who had a Lexus convertible parked in front of the office, met with Cooper and Ree at 3P m. She told them the listing photos had been scheduled for Sunday morning. She told them the listing would go live on Zillow at midnight Monday. She told them she had three potential buyers already interested. based on the address alone and that she expected offers within 72 hours. The asking price was 4,600,000.

[00:41:07]She predicted it would sell for 5 million2 within 2 weeks. Cooper sitting in Britney Castellano's office in a $1,000 polo shirt told her verbatim.

[00:41:18]Brittney, we need to move fast. My mother is in a memory care facility now.

[00:41:25]The family is liquidating. We need this closed by the end of next month. Britney Castayano did not bat an eye. Brittney Castellaniano sold Unoarees 6 billion of real estate in 2024.

[00:41:41]Brittany Castellano had heard versions of this story before. She nodded sympathetically.

[00:41:47]She said, "Cooper, I'm so sorry. We'll take care of it.

[00:41:53]Brittany Castellano went home Saturday night and emailed her assistant about Monday's listing. The email mentioned the Pierce property in Bair family liquidating due to memory issues with the owner. That email, that single email would on Monday afternoon become exhibit C in the criminal complaint Imani Brooks would file against Cooper and Ree Pierce.

[00:42:18]Because in California, listing a property for sale without legal authority to sell it is real estate fraud. And the email created a paper trail of intent. Cooper and Ree drove back to my house in Bair on Sunday morning. They wanted to take more things. Ree had decided she wanted my mother's china, the everyday set, the one in the cabinet above the dishwasher.

[00:42:44]She also wanted a Tiffany lamp from my living room. the one Daniel had given me for our 20th anniversary in 1998.

[00:42:52]She had photographed it on Saturday and had researched comparable lamps on one Steph's priest. The lamp was worth she had calculated between $6 and $8,000.

[00:43:05]She wanted it for the dining room of the rental they were already eyeing in Newport. She put it in the trunk of Cooper's BMW.

[00:43:14]They also packed a box of my photo albums.

[00:43:17]Reese wanted these to scan for the family. She specifically wanted the album from Cooper's childhood. She had been working on a photo book for the new house, a project she had told her Instagram followers about in October, and she needed photos of Cooper as a baby. They left my house at 2 p on Sunday afternoon. They drove home to their apartment in Westwood and knew Chenon end of her home. They had loaded the BMW with approximately $35,000 worth of my personal property. They had also on Sunday contacted the Newport rental agent and put down a deposit of $12,000 on a four-bedroom house overlooking the harbor. Anticipating that they would receive an offer on my Bair home by Wednesday and close within 4 weeks. Ree took photographs of the Harbor View at the Newport Rental and posted them to her Instagram story with the caption, "Big changes coming soon. Can't say more yet, but life is finally aligning."

[00:44:20]Number grateful number new chapter. The post went live at 4:17 p.

[00:44:27]Sunday afternoon. End of verse end of four by 6 P M. It had been viewed by 23,000 of Reese's followers by 8 P M. It had been screenshotted by three of Cooper's law school classmates, one of whom was an attorney at a competing firm in Century City. That attorney's name was Jonas Park. Jonas Park had known Cooper for 16 years.

[00:44:56]Jonas Park had a Google alert set up for Cooper's name because they had once been rivals for a job at the same firm and Jonas had a habit of keeping tabs. Yonas Park at 8:15p m on Sunday night sitting in his apartment in Brentwood looked at the screenshot of Reese's Instagram story. He looked at the date.

[00:45:22]He looked at the timing. He looked at his Google alert, which had pinged earlier that day with a small article in the local Bair community newsletter about a beautiful Bair estate going on the market Monday. Yonas Park, who knew Cooper well enough to know that Cooper did not have $4 million and did not own a Bair house, made a small note in his calendar. He wrote, "Piceier, Belair listing check Monday. That note would matter. That note would by Wednesday afternoon be one of seven pieces of independent evidence that Cooper Pierce's law firm would have to grapple with when the State Bar of California opened its formal investigation.

[00:46:08]Meanwhile, and this is the part I want you to register because it shows you what kind of person we were dealing with. Cooper Pierce at exactly 7p m on Sunday evening drove from his apartment in Westwood to Sunset Manor in Pasadena. He brought a small bouquet of grocery store flowers. He brought a card that said, "We love you, Mom." Reys had picked it out. Cooper signed it with both their names. He brought my mother's silver tea service. He had been planning to keep it. He had changed his mind. Or more accurately, Immani's parallegal, Whitney Adams, who had been at my house that morning with two police officers from the Beverly Hills station performing a property inventory and serving a cease and desist on the broker, had called Cooper at 4 m. Sunday afternoon, Whitney had told Cooper in a calm, professional voice that Mrs. Pierce's attorney had been notified of the situation, that all property removed from the Bair home was now considered subject to recovery, and that the state of California treats theft of items from a residence by a person not legally entitled to access that residence as burglary. Whitney had asked Cooper, very politely, if he would like the opportunity to return the items he had taken before formal charges were filed. Cooper had panicked. Cooper had told Whitney he had only borrowed the items. Cooper had told Whitney he had been planning to bring them to his mother as comfort items at Sunset Manor. Whitney had said, "Mr. Pierce, that is a wonderful idea. I'm so glad to hear it. Why don't you bring everything to Sunset Manor this evening, and I will document the return at the front desk?" Cooper had agreed. He had spent the next two hours arguing with Ree about which items to bring back and which to keep. Reys had wanted to keep the handbags. Cooper had told her she was insane. Ree had not understood why Whitney's call was different from any other call. Cooper had finally said, "Re, they're going to charge me with burglary. Do you understand that?

[00:48:31]They're going to charge me with felony burglary." Reys had said, "Cooper, they're not going to charge you with burglary. It's your mother's house."

[00:48:43]Cooper had said, "Re, it's my mother's house, not mine." And I changed the locks and I removed $35,000 worth of her property. That is burglary. Reys had finally given in. She had given up the silver tea service. my mother's china, the Tiffany lamp, two of the three handbags, and the box of photo albums. She had kept one handbag, the Hermes, a $19,000 handbag I had bought myself in 2017 with the commission from a single building sale. Ree had told Cooper she would not give that one up. Cooper, exhausted, had not pushed her. The Hermes handbag would by Tuesday become the single item that would more than anything else illustrate Reese's character to the district attorney's office and ensure that her name appeared alongside Cooper's on the criminal complaint.

[00:49:46]Cooper arrived at Sunset Manor at 7:38 p.

[00:49:52]On Sunday evening, he brought the items in two cardboard boxes. He brought the bouquet. He asked at the front desk for me. The front desk staff, who had been briefed by Whitney that afternoon, asked Cooper to wait in the visitors lounge.

[00:50:10]They informed me that my son was there.

[00:50:12]I went down. I want you to picture this.

[00:50:16]I walked into the visitors lounge of Sunset Manor Assisted Living at 7:41 p.m. m on a Sunday evening in the same clothes I had been wearing for 30 hours with my hair pulled back and no makeup on. And I saw my son standing in the corner of the room next to two cardboard boxes full of my own things holding a bouquet of carnations from Avon's grocery store with a card in his other hand that said, "We love you, Mom." I almost laughed. I did not. I walked across the lounge. I stopped 6 feet from him. I said, "Cooper, set the boxes down. Leave the flowers and the card on the table. Whitney is here. She will document the return at the front desk. You and I will not be speaking again until Monday morning. He said, "Mom, can I can I just?" I said, "No, Cooper, you cannot just." I walked past him. I walked back to my room. I closed the door. I sat on the bed. I waited for Monday morning. The next 12 hours would be the longest 12 hours of my life. They would also be the most important because while I was waiting in Sunset Manor, while Cooper and Ree were driving home to Westwood in a now empty BMW, arguing about whether they would still be able to move to Newport, Imani Brooks was at her office in Beverly Hills, working through the night with Whitney Adams and a former federal prosecutor named Diego Mendoza, finalizing the paperwork for Operation Page 14. The lease termination notice was printed at 3A. M the court filing was scheduled for 8:45A.

[00:52:11]M the discharge papers from Sunset Manor were ready at 6:11 and from 100 people.

[00:52:18]M the notary in Studio City had been served with a subpoena at midnight by Inspector Reyes. The notary had immediately retained counsel and was by Monday morning prepared to fully cooperate with the LAPD investigation in exchange for a misdemeanor charge instead of a felony. The notary had given the LAPD the entire payment trail from Reese's bank account to his he had given them the original document. He had given them the date and time stamps. He had given them everything. By the time the sun rose over Pasadena on Monday morning, every piece of operation page 14 was in position. Cooper Pierce in his apartment in Westwood. I had no idea that any of this was happening. He was at that exact moment looking at himself in the bathroom mirror trying to figure out which suit to wear to work on Monday morning. He chose a charcoal gray suit.

[00:53:20]Has chose a blue tie. He shaved. He left his apartment at 8:15 a planks. M. He drove to his office at Pierce Pearson Associates on the 14th floor of a building on Avenue of the Stars in Century City. He parked in his reserved space in the underground garage. He took the elevator up to the 14th floor at 8:36 a second m. He stepped off the elevator. He walked through the glass doors of his law firm. He nodded at the receptionist. A young woman named Kendra. Kendra did not nod back. Cooper noticed. He kept walking. He turned the corner toward his corner office and he stopped because standing in front of his office door in a navy blazer with a leather portfolio with a clipboard and three sealed envelopes was a man Cooper had never seen before in his life.

[00:54:16]The man looked up. The man said, "Mister Pierce Cooper said, "Yes." The man said, "My name is Marcus Webb. I'm the property manager for this building. I've been waiting for you. Could you step into your office, please? We have a few things we need to discuss." Cooper stood in the hallway of his own law firm with a man named Marcus Webb 6 in from him and a clipboard in Marcus's hand. He did not move for 3 seconds. He looked at his receptionist, Kendra, who had returned to her desk and was very obviously typing nothing on a keyboard. He looked at the two glasswalled conference rooms on either side of the hallway, both of which had people in them, all of whom were now looking up from their meetings.

[00:55:07]He looked at the small kitchen at the end of the hall where his junior associate Brett was holding a coffee cup 6 in from his mouth. Frozen watching, Cooper said. Mr. Web, could we could we step into my office? Marcus said, "Yes, sir." That was the idea. They walked into Cooper's corner office. Cooper closed the door.

[00:55:37]Marcus did not sit down. Cooper automatically walked behind his desk and sat in his chair. Marcus remained standing. Marcus placed his clipboard on Cooper's desk.

[00:55:51]Marcus opened his leather portfolio. He removed three envelopes.

[00:55:56]Each envelope had Cooper's name printed on it in a small neat label. Marcus set them down in a row on Cooper's desk. He said, "Mr. Pierce, effective at 9a.com m this morning, which is approximately 23 minutes from now, Pierce Properties LLC.

[00:56:19]The owner of this building is terminating your commercial lease under section 14. Three of the agreement you signed in March of 2021.

[00:56:29]Six yunettos.

[00:56:31]Three is the moral turpitude clause. You have 30 days to vacate the premises. The lease termination is non-negotiable.

[00:56:39]I'm here in person because the LLC owner requested I deliver it personally.

[00:56:44]Cooper opened his mouth. He closed it.

[00:56:48]He opened it again. He said, "Marcus, I I don't understand. Pierce Properties LLC. That's what does that even mean?

[00:56:59]Who is Pierce Properties LLC?" Marcus did not blink. Marcus had been waiting for 14 years to deliver this specific sentence. Marcus said, "Mr. Pierce, Pierce Properties LLC is your mother, Natalie Pierce. She bought this building in 1998.

[00:57:21]She has been your landlord for 36 months. I'm a little surprised, frankly, that nobody at this firm ever ran a UCCC search on the LLC. It would have come up. The records are public.

[00:57:36]Cooper went the color of paper, not white. Specifically, the color of legal paper, the pale yellow of a legal pad. I have been told this by three people who saw him that morning. his receptionist Kendra, his junior associate Brett, and his managing partner Howard Louu, who had been called by Kendra at 8:41A M, and who had walked down the hallway and was now standing in the doorway of Cooper's office. Howard Louu was 64 years old. Howard Louu had been the senior partner at the firm Cooper had been hired into. Howard Louu had personally trained Cooper. Howard Louu had voted to put Cooper's name on the door. The second Pierce in Pierce Pierce and Associates Howard Lou standing in the doorway said, "Marcus, what's going on?" Marcus turned Elve.

[00:58:39]Marcus had also been briefed about Howard. Marcus said, "Howard, I have a lease termination here for Mr. Pierce. dated this morning from the building owner. The termination is for cause under section 14. Sen. The grounds are documented in the second envelope.

[00:59:01]I'd appreciate it if you'd sit in on the conversation. Howard came in. He closed the door. Marcus opened the second envelope. He laid the contents on Cooper's desk. The contents were in this order a forensic handwriting analysis by an examiner at the LAPD Financial Crimes Division certifying that the signature on the power of attorney filed Friday in Studio City was a forgery. A copy of the notary's recorded statement to Inspector Reyes given at one M that morning naming Cooper Pierce and Reese Pierce as the individuals who had paid him $500 in cash to falsely notoriize a signature he never witnessed. a copy of the LAPD's pending criminal complaint with Cooper's name and Reese's name listed as suspects in felony forgery, felony elder abuse, and conspiracy to commit fraud. a printed copy of an Instagram story posted by Rhys Pierce on Sunday at 4:17P m with the caption, "Big changes coming soon." over a photograph of a Newport Beach Harbor view, a property inventory of items removed from Mrs. Natalie Pierce's residence in Bair signed by Whitney Adams and witnessed by two Beverly Hills police officers totaling $35,400 in personal property. and a screenshot of an email from Britney Castellano of Castellano Luxury Properties to her assistant on Saturday afternoon, describing the Belair property as family liquidating due to memory issues with the owner. Howard Lou read the documents in silence for almost 2 minutes. Cooper did not look at them. Cooper looked at his hands. Howard Lou, when he had finished reading, set the last document down on Cooper's desk. He turned to Cooper. He said, "Cooper, stand up." Cooper stood up. Howard said, "Cooper, effective immediately.

[01:01:06]You are placed on administrative leave from this firm pending the resolution of the matters described in these documents.

[01:01:13]You are not to enter this office, contact any client of this firm, access any firm system or use any firm resource. I will have it change your passwords by 10:00 a.m. M. I will have Kendra pack a small bag of your personal effects which will be sent to your residence by courier this afternoon. You will leave the building with Mr. Place an aland web in the next 5 minutes. Do you understand me? Cooper said, "Howard, please, please. I can explain." Howard said, "Cooper, the State Bar of California will be contacted by this firm at noon today. We have a fiduciary obligation.

[01:01:59]You know this, we do not have a choice," Cooper said. Howard, my clients, my What about my clients? Howard said. Cooper, your clients are now my clients. I will personally contact each of them this afternoon. You will not be involved in the transition. The firm will absorb the cases. We will need 3 to four weeks to complete the transfer. You will not bill in that period. You will not collect.

[01:02:30]Your draw is suspended as of this morning. Your equity in the firm which is 14% will be subject to buyout review by the remaining partners over the next 90 days. The buyout will be reduced by the amount of any reputational damage we suffer between now and the resolution of the state bar complaint and the criminal proceedings.

[01:02:53]I anticipate that reduction to be substantial.

[01:02:57]Cooper said please. Howard said. Cooper, Marcus is going to walk you out now. Don't make this harder than it has to be. Marcus stepped forward. Marcus had walked tenants out of buildings for 14 years.

[01:03:15]Marcus knew how to do this without touching anyone. Marcus said, "Mr. Pierce, let's go." Cooper walked out of his corner office at 8:53 a.m.

[01:03:29]on a Monday morning in March. He walked down the hallway. He had walked down every weekday morning for the last 3 years. He walked past Kendra, who did not look up from her keyboard. He walked past Brett, who had not moved from the kitchen. He walked past the two glasswalled conference rooms, where every meeting had now stopped and every face had now turned. He walked through the glass doors of Pierce, Pierce, and Associates. He took the elevator down 47 floors.

[01:04:01]He walked through the lobby of the building. He stepped out onto Avenue of the Stars at 858R.

[01:04:08]M. He stood on the sidewalk. His BMW was still in the underground parking garage.

[01:04:15]He could not retrieve it. The validation system had already been removed from his name. He took out his phone. He called Ree. Ree did not pick up. Cooper did not know yet that Ree at that exact moment was sitting in her own apartment in Westwood, looking out the kitchen window at two Beverly Hills police officers and one LAPD inspector named Reyes who were standing on her front step, ringing her doorbell with a warrant for her arrest.

[01:04:47]Ree had been in the shower when they arrived. She had not yet put on makeup.

[01:04:52]She had not yet decided what to wear.

[01:04:55]She had not yet posted to her Instagram.

[01:04:58]She would not post to her Instagram again for 14 months while Cooper stood on the sidewalk at Avenue of the Stars.

[01:05:05]And while Ree walked out of her apartment in Westwood in handcuffs at 9:03A m, I was standing in the lobby of Sunset Manor, assisted living in Pasadena, holding a small overnight bag, signing the discharge form that Whitney Adams had brought me at 8:30 that morning. The discharge form was simple. It said I had been admitted on Saturday under a forged power of attorney. It said the LAPD had verified the forgery. It said I was leaving voluntarily and that Sunset Manor, which had been notified by Immani Brooks at 7 a.m. M had no objection to my departure.

[01:05:47]Sunset Manor's executive director.

[01:05:50]A woman named Patricia Lynn came to the lobby to say goodbye. She was very aenated, very sorry. She had not known the admission had been fraudulent. She would be conducting a full internal review.

[01:06:06]She would be contacting the Department of Social Services about the home pickup company that had brought me in. She would be sending me a refund of the Saturday admission fee, which Cooper had paid out of my own checking account with funds he had moved Thursday using the forged POA. I thanked her. I did not blame her. I did blame Eileen and Brian a little, but I told Patricia not to fire them. They were following procedure. The procedure had been the problem. Patricia walked me to the front entrance. Whitney was waiting in a black Cadillac SUV that Ammani had sent. Ruth, Eleanor, and Viven were standing in the lobby. They had brought me a small bag, a paper bag from the dining hall in which they had put a muffin from breakfast, a small bottle of bourbon Eleanor had refilled for me, and a card that all three of them had signed. The card said in Viven's handwriting, "Natalie, welcome back to the world. Don't be a stranger." I hugged each of them. I told them I would visit. I would. I have.

[01:07:18]Eleanor and I now have lunch every other Tuesday. Whitney drove me back to Bair.

[01:07:24]The drive took 35 minutes. We arrived at my house at 10:12 a M. The locks had been changed back to the originals by a locksmith Ammani had hired at 6:1 m. Two of my keys were in Whitney's purse. I let myself in. The house was almost exactly as I had left it on Saturday morning. Almost. The coffee cup I had set down 48 hours earlier was still on the counter. The papers Cooper had thrown down the forged power of attorney was still where he had left it.

[01:07:59]Ree had not taken everything. The lemons in the bowl were starting to soften, but they were still there. The silver tea service had been returned by Whitney from Sunset Manor's front desk and was back on the sideboard in the dining room. The Tiffany lamp was back on the side table in the living room. My mother's china was back in the cabinet above the dishwasher. The handbags Ree had taken were on the bed in the master bedroom. The Hermes the Hermes Ree had refused to give back was still in Reese's apartment in Westwood. It would be retrieved by the Beverly Hills Police Department at 11:18 a.m. m that morning as evidence and would be returned to me in 12 weeks. I walked through every room. I did not cry. I touched the things that mattered to me. I went into Daniel's study. I sat in his chair. I looked at the wall where his architectural drawings still hung. 12 years after his death, I said out loud to a room that was empty except for me and for him, "Daniel, I did it. I did what you asked me to do.

[01:09:15]I built the wall. I held the line. I came home. I sat in his chair for a long time. Imani arrived at noon. She brought lunch from a deli on Sunset Boulevard.

[01:09:29]We sat at the kitchen counter. We ate corned beef sandwiches and drank iced tea. I told her about Eleanor and the bourbon. She laughed. She told me about Cooper standing on Avenue of the Stars at 9a m that morning, unable to retrieve his car from the garage. I did not laugh at that. I want you to register that. I did not laugh. I did not feel anything.

[01:09:57]I felt the absence of feeling, which is a different thing from not feeling.

[01:10:03]Immani told me about Ree being arrested.

[01:10:06]I felt something for a moment. I felt sorry for her. Not enough to do anything about it, but enough to register it.

[01:10:14]Immani told me about Howard Lou's call to the state bar at noon, which was about to happen because Imani had spoken to Howard's office earlier that morning.

[01:10:24]Immani told me about Jonas Park Cooper's law school rival who had filed an anonymous tip with the state bar at 10 m independently of the firm's call based on Reese's Instagram story and his suspicion that something was off. The State Bar would receive two separate complaints about Cooper Pierce within 90 minutes of each other on the same Monday morning. They would open the file as a priority matter. I want to skip forward now because the next 90 days were the longest 90 days of my life and they do not need to be told in the close detail I have given you the rest. The summary is this. Reys accepted a plea deal in late April. She plead guilty to one count of conspiracy to commit fraud and one count of grand theft. She received two years probation, 200 hours of community service, a 4-year suspended felony sentence, and was ordered to pay restitution of $47,000 to me for the items she had stolen and the legal fees I had incurred. She did not serve any jail time. She lost her Instagram following after a screenshot of her big changes, coming soon story went viral on Reddit in May. with the full context of the Sunset Manor admission added in the comments. She deleted her account permanently in June. She has not, as far as I know, started a new one. Cooper accepted a plea deal in early May. He plead guilty to one count of felony forgery, one count of conspiracy, and one count of attempted real estate fraud. He received 3 years probation, 400 hours of community service, a 5-year suspended felony sentence, and was ordered to pay restitution of $180,000 to me. He also lost his California bar license. The State Bar of California, which had been receiving complaints from Howard Louu and Jonas Park and Ammani Brooks within the same week, suspended Cooper indefinitely in early June. He will not be eligible to apply for reinstatement for a minimum of 7 years.

[01:12:40]He may never practice law in California again. His name was removed from the door of Pierce Pearson Associates in midmay. The firm is now Lou and Associates. Howard Louu retired in 2025.

[01:12:54]6 months later, and the firm rebranded under Howard's daughter, who is also an attorney. I am told it is doing well.

[01:13:03]Cooper and Ree filed for divorce in June, two weeks after his bar suspension was finalized. Ree filed first. Ree had decided sometime in late April that Cooper without a law license was not a man she had married. She wanted out.

[01:13:22]Cooper, who by that point had no career, no income, no firm equity, and a felony record, did not contest. The divorce was finalized in November. Ree moved to her parents house in Enino. Cooper moved into a one-bedroom apartment in Retta. He works as of this Christmas at a parallegal certification company in Burbank training young people to do the legal work he can no longer do himself. He makes $72,000 a year. He has not been to Bair. He has not asked to come. He has written me three letters. One in July, one in September, one in December. I have read all three. I have not responded to any of them yet. I am thinking about it. The Bair townhouse is still mine. The deed has my name on it.

[01:14:21]It will until I die. I have updated my will. Cooper is no longer in it. The will leaves the house. the LLC and the remainder of my estate to two charities, the UCLA Geffen School of Medicine's Elder Abuse Research Program and the Los Angeles Women's Real Estate Foundation, which provides scholarships to women entering commercial real estate. There is a small line item for Cooper.

[01:14:49]$300,000 to be released in his lifetime if he completes a minimum of 7 years of documented therapy, makes restitution in full, and provides 10 years of clean conduct after the felony record is sealed. I am keeping the door open. I am keeping it open the width of a single sheet of paper. The Century City building is also still mine. The 14th floor was leased to a new tenant in July, a small architecture firm. They are excellent tenants. They pay on time. Marcus Webb, my property manager of 14 years, signed the new lease on my behalf. The lease has the same section 14. Three moral turpitude clause it has always had. I left it in.

[01:15:41]I am Natalie Pierce. I am 71 years old.

[01:15:46]I have lived in Los Angeles for 53 years. I built a small commercial real estate practice from a single building purchase in 1979.

[01:15:56]I owned at my peak 11 properties between Century City, West Hollywood, and the Valley. I sold eight of them between 2018 and 2022.

[01:16:11]I kept three. the Bair Townhouse, the Century City Building, and a small mixed-use building in Silver Lake that has on its ground floor a coffee shop my husband Daniel and I used to walk to on Sunday mornings. I have lunch at that coffee shop every Sunday now. I sit at the table in the window. I read the paper. The owner, a man named Hassan, knows me. He brings me coffee without my having to ask. I tip him too much. I do not care. I want to leave you with something. If you are listening to this, if you have ever felt that the people around you have started to look at your home, your savings, your retirement account, your jewelry, the way Reese Pierce looked at a bowl of lemons in my kitchen on a Saturday morning in March. Please listen to me.

[01:17:07]The plan must begin before the betrayal does. Immani Brooks and I spent six months preparing operation page 14 before we needed it. The plan was not paranoid. The plan was professional. The plan was the difference between losing my home and keeping it. If you do not have an attorney, get one this month. If you do not have a property manager you trust, find one. If you do not have a sister or a friend or an Ammani in your life, please call your oldest friend today and have lunch with her this week.

[01:17:44]The people who love you cannot help you if they do not know what is happening.

[01:17:49]Tell them. Tell them everything. Tell them what your son said at dinner. Tell them what your daughter-in-law photographed on her last visit. Tell them what was missing from your jewelry box after a holiday weekend. They will not laugh at you. They will not tell you you are imagining things. The people who tell you you are imagining things are the people you should be most afraid of.

[01:18:12]And finally, please, please, if anyone ever puts a piece of paper in front of you and tells you to sign it quickly, in a parking lot, in a coffee shop, in a kitchen on a Saturday morning at 10:30, please put down the pen. Read the paper.

[01:18:30]If you cannot read it, ask for a copy.

[01:18:34]If they will not give you a copy, walk away. The two minutes you take to read a contract may be the most important 2 minutes of the rest of your life. I am Natalie Pierce. I bought a building in 1998. I sat on my hands for 3 years while my son rented the 14th floor without ever knowing who he was paying. And on a Saturday morning in March, when he stood in my kitchen and told me I had 10 minutes to leave my home, I let him drive me to Sunset Manor. I let him think he had won. And then I made one phone call to a woman I have loved for 25 years about a clause on page 14 of a lease he never bothered to read. Tell me in the comments, has someone in your life ever underestimated you and dropped the city you're watching from? I read everyone from Belair, Los Angeles.

[01:19:27]On a quiet Sunday afternoon with a coffee in my hand and a view of a lemon tree my husband planted in 1992. I am Natalie Pierce and the only thing my son didn't know about me. In the end was the most important thing. Before this story ends, there is something I owe you. This story is not a road map. It is a warning. A son lost his career, a career he spent 12 years and almost $300,000 in law school debt to bill. A young woman walked into a courtroom in April and accepted a felony record she will carry into every job interview for the rest of her life. There are no winners in a family that ends up in a Beverly Hills police station on a Monday morning. I will spend the rest of my life wondering what I missed in my son when he was 16, 20, 28.

[01:20:20]wondering what I could have said at dinner one Tuesday that might have steered him somewhere different. The accountability is his. The grief is mine. I do not believe those two things cancel each other out. I also want to say this clearly. I had advantages that most older women in my situation do not have. I owned a building. I had a sister-in-law of a sister attorney who had known me for 25 years. I had a property manager I trusted. I had paid for a six-month legal strategy in advance. Most women do not have these things. If you are watching this and you do not have a Marcus Web or an Ammani Brooks or 6 months of runway, that is not your fault. The systems that should protect older Americans from financial abuse are not where they need to be.

[01:21:12]Please do not feel ashamed if your version of this story has to look different. If you suspect a family member is preparing to use a power of attorney against you or has already attempted to, please contact a licensed elder law attorney in your state. If you cannot afford one, the elder care locator at 1800-6771116 will connect you to free or lowcost resources in your area. If you believe a notary has falsified a document with your name on it, you can report it to your Secretary of State's office. Real help from real people who know your name matters more than any story on the internet, including this