White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

credit is not,” Beatrice said, her nails clicking against the desk.

She reached into her top drawer and pulled out a fresh sheet of cream-colored paper, sliding it across the desk.

“This is a limited power of attorney form,” she said, pointing to the blank signature line at the bottom, where my name was already typed.

“A power of attorney?” I asked, my continue reading …