Chapter 63

It wasn’t until I’d strutted out of the building that I realised maybe I’d been a tad impulsive. But holy shit, it felt good. I was halfway down the street when my phone rang. ‘Mrs Laurent,’ Dominic greeted. I physically flinched. Hearing it out loud was way worse than seeing it in a text. ‘Mr Everett.’ ‘Please, just call me Dom. I just wanted to remind you,’ he went on, all polite and corporate, ‘that if there’s no activity on the card, the account will be frozen before the next monthly deposit.’ I stopped dead on the pavement. ‘What do you mean “frozen”?’ ‘I mean you must spend the funds. There needs to be a transaction history, or the account locks automatically.’ I stared at my reflection in a shop window. My mouth opened. Nothing came out. What the hell kind of bougie, dystopian Barbie card needed ‘mandatory spending’? ‘Um, got it. Thanks, Dominic.’ Just as I was about to hang up, he added, ‘When will you be moving in with Mr Laurent?’ Oh, right. The move. That little formality I’