Monique laughed once, without any humor in it.

“Why are you suddenly acting like my accountant?”

“Because you asked me to move a hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

“I asked you to help me with an investment.”

“Then the company name should be easy.” Zoe wrote while she listened, her pencil small and precise.

Monique took a breath and said the name depended on which division was handling the transaction, and when I asked which division, she asked again why I was doing this, and when I said because I need the name, she said, You do not need anything.

You need to trust me.