Lawrence thought giving Maizee some space was a good thing. It had always worked in the past. But watching her walk out of Will’s office, the bank, and his life, he realized that he was dead wrong.
He should’ve called her and then gone to her house the very night Winn had showed up and said such horrible things about him. He knew how Maizee’s mind worked, and she probably hadn’t slept more than a few hours each night as she went round and round everything.
“I really need a statement,” Will said.
“Why?” Lawrence barked. “We both know Winthrop Porter made that complaint, not anyone here at this branch, and that he’s just looking to get me and this company in trouble.”
Lawrence had really tried with the man, but he wasn’t any good at his job and the remediation hadn’t gone well. Lawrence
