“For now, yeah…”
“Ugh. Get inside and shut the door, Simon!” I stepped out. “The feds might be listening.”
He looked between us, placed the flowers in Marie’s hand, and pressed a kiss on her lips.
“Call me when you’re both sane,” he said. “I don’t want to know anything about it.”
He left before she could say another word, and Marie pointed to her table.
“Get to checking the commissary items, so I’ll know what you like and don’t like.”
“You’re not being serious.”
“What would you tell me if this situation was reversed?”
I walked over to the table and took a seat. “I need a better pen…”
Sometime around midnight
My heart couldn’t stop pounding in my chest, and my mind spun “what if” stories faster than I could process them.
Unable to sleep, I was pacing my bedroom in hopes of forcing myself into exhaustion.
With every step, I realized that the dimensions of my upcoming prison cell might actually be an upgrade from my bedroom.
As I considered just how long it would take me to create a shank out of toilet paper, my phone buzzed with a text.
Unknown Number
Miss Sterling, this is Christy Holmes from Hudson International.
My apologies for texting you so late, but I wanted to let you know that the bank transfer was complete.
You can log into your new account with the card you were given.
Gasping, I grabbed the card and followed the log-in directions before flopping onto my bed.
The screen served me a short flashy video of the sun setting over Manhattan, and then my name appeared.
Then came my balance.
1,400,000.00
I stared at the number in complete disbelief.
Mr. Hudson had added an additional four hundred thousand with a deposit note.
I would’ve paid youfivemillion…
THE AGENT
CHLOE
Hours later
Inever want to wake up from this life…
I was stretched out in a first-class seat on a flight to Hawaii while my friends and family laughed a few rows away, champagne flowing like I actually belonged in this tax bracket.