The Million-Dollar Trap

scended. It was

hour after my text. Scott was wearing a cheap suit and a fake, sorrowf

to the bedside. "We were so worri

up next. They carried a big gift basket

my eyes. "We just had to pick this up for him firs

g frazzled and furious. She h

own her face. "Do you know how much a last-minute fli

llows, looked at her calmly. "Don't

bank. The manager, Mr. Henderson, is expecting you. I called

naked and raw. I went to the bank, feeling like I was in a strange dream. I

ealing stacks of hu

breath was the only thing you could hear. They were