The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

until the letters sharpened.

“Daniel, who submitted this?”

“Mr. Whitaker’s office.”

“Did you process it?”

“Why?”

He glanced at Evelyn’s portrait. “Mrs. Whitaker trained me to read signatures.”

“What did you do?”

“I delayed it for compliance review.”

“Thank you.”

“There is more,” he said.

He opened a second folder.

Photos.

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