Gabriel’s POV
“Have I not gotten from frying pan to fire?” I thought to myself as the officer kept tapping his feet on the floor.
He was serious with his demand, and he looked like he was going to collect the money before he left my home.
“I don’t have money, officer. You sure know how my business has been doing woefully. I am going bankrupt. Please, I beg you,” I explained to him. But if he understood that, it was a lie.
“You are going bankrupt, but you have the funds to hire a criminal to do a dirty job for you? Tell me I am stupid without telling me I am stupid!” The officer yelled.
“My friend, transfer the money to this account now or get ready to go to jail!” He slammed a paper on the table, and I squinted my eyes at it to see what was in the paper.
The writing on the paper was
