Of course it was.
Of course no one had checked anything because everyone wanted to look rich.
“Put Connor on,” I said.
A moment later, his voice came through, strained and defensive.
“Claire, I know this looks bad—”
“It doesn’t look bad. It is bad.”
“We just need help getting through tonight.”
“You mean you need help. Interesting, considering I was apparently a liability three days ago.”
He exhaled. “She was wrong.”
“Good. Now you’re learning.”
There was real desperation in his voice now.
“If this collapses, it’s not just embarrassment. There could be legal issues. The venue is already threatening action.”
I let the silence sit for a moment.
I had the money.
That wasn’t the question.
The question was whether they deserved access to it.
“Here are my terms,” I said.
He didn’t interrupt.
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