My Sister Mocked My $100 Withdrawal at Her Bank

left it under her manicured hand like it was evidence in a trial.

“I came for one hundred dollars.”

Daniel glanced at the slip. Then at Victoria. He had the face of a man who’d spent twenty years learning how not to react in public, but even he couldn’t keep one eyebrow from moving.

“I see,” he said.

No, he did see.

Every person in that lobby did.

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