Tiffany picked up her gold pen and snapped the cap back on.

“We had to consolidate the operating capital for the merger review.”

“It was forty-one thousand dollars,” I said.

“And my name got deleted as a primary signer.”

“You’re so stuck on the past,” she said, raising her voice enough to carry through the open transom into the outer hall, where two clerks were filing invoices.

“You signed the authorization form three weeks ago right in front of the teller.”

“I didn’t sign any bank transfer in August,” I said.