I hung up the phone and looked at Robert.

“He cut off your spending,” Robert murmured.

“He thinks I’ll call him and beg,” I said.

“He wants me to apologize to Jasmine to get my grocery money back.”

I picked up the tablet from the hall table and opened the private banking app.

The login screen flashed red and locked me out.

The password change from last night had cut off my access entirely.

The screen showed a generic error message telling me to contact a branch manager.