Chapter 2 - The Hesitant Hand That Pulled Back In Tears
Abigail’s fingers hovered just a hair’s breadth above the crisp paper band wrapping the top stack of hundred-dollar bills. The sheer heat of her own desperate skin seemed to radiate back at her from the immaculate mahogany dresser surface.
Her mind raced through a frantic mental accounting of every late notice currently pinned to her refrigerator door back in Queens. Four thousand dollars for her brother Toby’s late college tuition, nine grand for her father’s specialized physical rehab, and twelve thousand in lingering hospital debt.
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"Just one band," she whispered aloud, her voice cracking in the silence of the sunlit Manhattan penthouse bedroom. "Nobody counts three hundred thousand down to the last single bill; he would never even notice one stack missing."
On the glowing screen inside the hidden security control room, Julian Cross narrowed his icy gray eyes, his finger hovering over the intercom button. He felt a familiar, bitter surge of disappointment washing over him as he prepared to summon his chief of security to terminate her employment on the spot.
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