He says you can ha一ve whatever you need.”
“I just need five million dollars,” I mutter through gritted teeth.
“Yes ma’am. Are you all right?”
“Do I look all right?” I snap.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Some water?”
I nod, sullenly. I ha一ve just left my husband. Well, Christian thinks I ha一ve. My
subconscious purses her lips. Because you told him so. But I don’t want to
lea一ve him. I love him.
“I’ll ha一ve my colleague bring you some while I prepare the money. If you could
just sign here, ma’am . . . and make the check out to cash and sign that, too.”
He places a form on the table. I scrawl my signature along the dotted line of
the check, then the form. Anastasia Grey. Teardrops fall on the desk,
narrowly missing the paperwork.
“I’ll take those, ma’am. It will take us about half an hour to prepare the
money.”
I quickly check my watch. Jack said two hours—that should take us to two
hours. I nod to Whelan, and he tiptoes out of the office, lea一ving me to my
misery.
A few moments, minutes, hours later—I don’t know—Miss Insincere Smile
reenters with a carafe of water and a glass.
“Mrs. Grey,” she says softly as she places the glass on the desk and fills it.
“Thank you.” I take the glass and drink gratefully. She exits, lea一ving me with
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Christian somehow . . . if it’s not too late. At least he’s out of the picture.
Right now I ha一ve to concentrate on Mia. Suppose Jack is lying?
Suppose he doesn’t ha一ve her? Surely I should call the police.
“Tell no one or I’ll fuck her up before I kill her.” I can’t. I sit back in the chair,
feeling the reassuring presence of Leila’s pistol at my waist, digging into my
back. Who would ha一ve thought I’d ever feel grateful that Leila once pulled a
gun on me? Oh, Ray, I’m so glad you taught me how to shoot.
Ray! I gasp. He’ll be expecting me to visit this evening. Perhaps I can simply
dump the money with Jack. He can run while I take Mia home. Oh, this
sounds absur
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