I walked away from the place, my fists clenched tightly, filled with an indescribable rage. When I was just a block from my office, I shuddered and stopped dead in my tracks. I felt like someone was following me or watching me. I turned discreetly, but I couldn't see anyone nearby. I hurried to the office and went up to my desk. I noticed we were running low on some printing supplies we needed, so I went to one of my suppliers' websites to place an order, but all I got was a message in red saying the order couldn't be processed.
"What the hell?" I blurted out.
I tried accessing another provider's website, and after placing the same order, I received another denied notification. Quickly, I grabbed the phone and called the bank.
I had barely finished the call, my heart pounding, when Kath
