“I want that money moved back tomorrow morning.”

“Garrett, honey, if we break the mutual hold before the eighteenth, we lose four thousand dollars in standard yield penalties,” she said, her voice going gentle.

“Why don’t we just concentrate on getting through the corporate signing first?”

I slid my hand out from under hers and picked up my napkin.

“Where’d the transfer receipt go?”

“Into the safe at the law firm,” she said without a blink.

“Where all our corporate records belong.”