In six months you’ll be completely bankrupt and begging to come back.”

I touched my left wrist, feeling the smooth skin where the purple bruise from two weeks ago had finally faded.

“Why did you take my name off on December twenty-first?” I asked him.

Cole let out a short, cold laugh that echoed off the high kitchen ceiling.

“Because you were starting to look at the paper statements on my desk.

If you’d had access to the main ledger, you would have seen the forty-one-thousand-dollar charge at Tiffany.”