"So, that means without an appointment number, you can't see the bank president?" Talon pulled out his phone, getting ready to call Kieran.
Just as Itzel was about to speak, a voice interrupted. "Hey, it's almost closing time. What's going on here?" A middle-aged man walked into the bank lobby, holding a leather bag under his arm, grinning as he spoke.
Itzel quickly ran over, grabbed his arm, and instinctively leaned her chest against him. "Mr. Gifford, what brings you here? Are you here for business or looking for our bank president? If you're looking for me, you'll have to wait ten more minutes; I get off in ten minutes."
Itzel wore a bright smile, her charm undeniable.
Mr. Gifford nudged her chest with his elbow and leered. "You little vixen, didn't we just see each other a week ago
