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"I'm terribly sorry ma’am." She tells me.
"Why can't you do that? It's as simple as writing ABC. Now give me what I want." I spit angrily as I demanded.
"I'm sorry." She apologized again. "But you don't have any access to Mr. Saintclare's bank accounts." The teller says to me.
"I'm his wife!" I demanded.
She shakes her head. "You can't withdraw five million ma’am."
We have been fighting over this for a few minutes now and she is making me terribly mad. I wanna punch this woman straight on her face. She's maddening! She doesn't give me what I want to have and I know she won't give in no matter how hard I try to persuade her.
She's just jealous of me because I'm married to Hugo and she's not! I know from the way she looks at me, she's just a jealous b***h. Every woman is o
