d choke on it. Frank sat at the head of the mahogany table, a pen tapping rhythmical
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k said. He d
I was wearing the pink dress. It was tight, unc
cked up the pen. I hovered
I sto
tapping. "What
wide, innocent. I dropped the pen
little and my grammar slipping into the broken cadence I had perfe
ade of purple I hadn't s
da," I said. "In the bathr
rom the sofa. "
g my arms. "I'm not signing
"You ungrateful little gutter rat! We are gi
come now. Panic, real and raw, or at least it looked that way. "Y
got in my face. "You
ourself!" I shoved t
recoiled as if the papers were radioactive. They all
re in twelve minutes. If I wasn't in it, the deal was o
pped. And
ulled out his phone. "Gi
umpled piece of paper from my br
nk squinted at it.
"She works at a bank. Said she could h
gers flew across the screen, trembling w
from the contact lens I was wearing. A tiny, au
t buckle. It was a failsafe. Frank thought he was sending a pending authorization, something he c
firmed: $2,0
grabbed the pen and scribbled my name o
orbell
ou screw this up, Serena, I will find you. And
rm away. I gr
rank. Thanks
out the f
ike he had been carved out of granite. He wore a tuxedo that fit him like armor. His
family's head of secur
at my cheap bag. He didn't say a wor
re was softer than Frank's car. It smel
sitting on the opposite bench. Th
tablet, ignorin
my bag to my chest. I let
the weight of the two million dollars in the offshore account-funds that Wolf was alread
pping a bubble of gum. "Is he really
ed up. His e
smooth. "In this family, the rumors are
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