Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 608

The house was still mine, for now. But Emerson knew this address, and he could send someone here at any moment. I dashed inside, grabbed a bag, and stuffed it with as many clothes, shoes, bags, and wigs as I could fit, along with my makeup box. I found twenty thousand in cash in the drawer where I always kept it, took it, and rushed back out. I was starving, but food would have to wait.

I checked into a motel on the edge of town, paid for a room, and locked the door behind me. Then, and only then, did I let myself breathe. I took a long bath, scrubbing the boat and the alley and the old man off my skin, and then I dressed, doing my hair and makeup until I looked like the woman I used to be. I went to a small restaurant where Emerson's people would never think to look for me, and I ate until my stomach remembered what full felt like. Then I swallowed two of my happy pills and left.

I bought a new phone, went to the mobile company, and retrieved my number. Then I went to the bank. I wanted to make sure they had held on to my money. I did not want to believe that Emerson had truly taken it. Unfortunately for me, the bank confirmed it. There was not a single dime left in my account. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stood at the counter, and asked the banker how they could have approved billions being transferred from my account just like that.

The lady looked at me with careful patience. "There is no record of billions ever entering your account, ma'am."

I stared at her. "No. I had five billion at first, and then..."

She cut me off gently. "Are you sure you're okay, ma'am? Because I'm looking at the complete transaction history for this account. There is no record of a five-billion-dollar deposit, or a one-billion-dollar deposit. There are no transactions anywhere close to that amount.

Yes, millions were transferred out recently. But those transactions were authorized using the information we had on file."

I could not believe what I was hearing. I walked out of the bank and back to the motel, my mind spinning through every credit alert I had ever seen, every time I had checked my balance and seen all those zeros, everything I had done to earn that money. Was I losing my mind? I cursed Emerson under my breath, and decided to look him up again on social media. The man who came up was not the Emerson I knew.

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