Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account

At two thirty Arthur was sitting in my office with two paper cups and a paper bag.

“The diner threw in an extra cruller,” he said.

“It’s stale, but it was free.”

I took the coffee from him.

“Gordon is sending over the authorization rule.”

Arthur set the bag between us.

“Read it out loud.

I want to hear where the gate shuts.”