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Can I Lie To My Solicitor?
One little fib and life would be perfect.
Here’s a pickle: Can I, should I, lie to my solicitor?
Not a deep, dark deception, just a white lie.
About something as pivotal as housing, specifically around clinching a long-awaited mortgage offer. In my head, it’s clear as day. The timeline aligns, the funds will flow, and all parties – us, our solicitors, the sellers, their team, even the taxman – will be none the wiser, yet perfectly content.
Imagine it. A simple fib could sidestep hassles, cut costs, reduce paperwork, and keep the bureaucratic gears smoothly turning. Everything would roll on, flawlessly.
Yet, it’s still a lie.
I’ve scoured every avenue to hurdle this snag within the bounds of the truth, but I hit dead ends. A tiny, harmless fib seems like it could make all these troubles vanish into thin air.
But should I?
It’s a classic case of ends versus means. A small deception for a seamless transaction. Ita so deliciously simple, so pristinely achievable, and yet…my conscience isn’t convinced.
Navigating this maze has me weighing not just practical outcomes but the moral compass of my actions. A single nod, a wink – could these really pave the path to a smoother deal without any fallout?
The question isn’t just about legality or logistics. It’s about the line between facilitation and falsification, and whether crossing it, even just a toe, is worth the clean slate on the other side.
Decisions, decisions. But hey, doesn’t every choice cast a long shadow? In other words, as Mario Puzo succinctly put it in his electric novel – behind every fortune, there lies a crime.
