~ Evie ~
I flop onto my bed, phone in hand, staring at the bank app like it's about to bite me. That eight-figure deposit from Marcus is just sitting there, taunting me. Eight digits? That's ten million bucks, right? Wait, let me count the zeros again. One million is seven digits - 1,000,000. Eight would be 10,000,000. Yeah, ten million. Holy s**t. Or is it? Math's not my strong suit right now; my brain's still fried from the weekend. Marcus wired it as some apology for his limp-d**k performance, but whatever. It's there, and I need to pull it out. Pay off Dad's house, quit my crap job, live easy. I tap "withdraw," punch in the amount - all of it - and hit confirm.
Error pops up. "Withdrawal requires sender confirmation." What the f**k? I try again, smaller amount. Same thing. My stomach
