Chapter 17 17
The next day, I walked into the bank like I owned the Federal Reserve—because at this point, I probably could if I felt like it.
This time, the moment I entered, the receptionist stood.
Not sat. Not waved. Stood. Like I was royalty returning from exile.
“Miss Hunter,” she greeted with the kind of re...
Chapters
1. Chapter 1 1
2. Chapter 2 2
3. Chapter 3 3
4. Chapter 4 4
5. Chapter 5 5
6. Chapter 6 6
7. Chapter 7 7
8. Chapter 8 8
9. Chapter 9 9
10. Chapter 10 10
11. Chapter 11 11
12. Chapter 12 12
13. Chapter 13 13
14. Chapter 14 14
15. Chapter 15 15
16. Chapter 16 16
17. Chapter 17 17
18. Chapter 18 18
19. Chapter 19 19
20. Chapter 20 20
21. Chapter 21 21
22. Chapter 22 22
23. Chapter 23 23
24. Chapter 24 24
25. Chapter 25 25
26. Chapter 26 26
27. Chapter 27 27
28. Chapter 28 28
29. Chapter 29 29
30. Chapter 30 30
31. Chapter 31 31
32. Chapter 32 32
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