Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

Oak Creek Bank shut out the afternoon heat, leaving only the cool, sterile scent of air-conditioned carpet.

Howard sat behind his mahogany desk, his fingers tapping against a manila folder.

His red tie was perfectly straight.

“I need you to freeze the bakery operating account immediately, Howard,” I said, sitting in the leather chair opposite him.

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