"Who is June?" He asked again.
"I do not think my personal life should be of interest to you, Mr. Clayton."
"It's Grant." He cut in impatiently, finally picking up the check and running through it.
I stood on wobbly legs. My heart thudded fast against my ribcage like it wanted to explode. My grip on the handbag tightened and so did my anxiety shoot through the roof. I bailed! I had a chance to tell him everything and get over all the drama but I bailed instead.
"You didn't spend the money." Grant breathed uneasily, a tense look forming. I could sense the regret in his uneasy expression. Yes, he was. I imagined he backtracked to our first meeting. The vile words he called me. Even in silence, I could tell I won the battle.
"Yes. This b***h did not spend it. Now, if you would not mind
