I picked up my purse, slinging it over my shoulder.
"I will get Wesley Morgan's signature," I stated flatly. "Have the paperwork ready by noon. I don't like to wait."
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We walked out of the bank building and into the bright morning sun. The city noise washed over us—honking taxis, chatter, the rumble of traffic.
Sebastian was still fuming. He paced back and forth on the sidewalk, his shoes clicking angrily against the concrete.
"That was unbelievable," Sebastian muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Absolutely unbelievable. He knows you just finalized the divorce. He did that on purpose. Asking for Dominic? It was a power play. He wanted to humiliate you."
I stood by the curb, calmly adjusting my leather gloves. The leather was soft and cool against my skin.
"Calm dow
