Chapter 62

It wasn't until I'd strutted out of the building that I realized 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