Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

the dining room. “Coffee is two dollars, Donald. You want a cup or are you just renting my vinyl today?”

“Just water for now, Marcus,” Donald said, not looking up as he adjusted his cuffs.

A young girl, barely eighteen, rushed over with three glasses of ice water on a small plastic tray. Her sleeve caught the edge of Donald’s glass, sending the cold continue reading …