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“My father gave it to me. Five years ago.”
Her lips parted slightly. She swallowed. “I need to ask you to wait here. Please.”
“For what?”
She lowered her voice, eyes darting toward the offices behind her. “This account isn’t marked as a standard checking account. It’s flagged.”
“Flagged how?”
She hesitated, then said the sentence that made my stomach continue reading …
