Chapter 12
Chloe
My palms were sweating so bad I had to wipe them on my skirt. It had been three days since Tawny had made off with my money, and I’d had to go to a thrift shop to even find a skirt long enough and businesslike enough to wear to the bank. My usual attire consisted of jeans, shorter skirts, and a lot of ripped pants. But I wanted to look my best, and I’d heard you were supposed to dress like you were as successful as you wanted to be, so I was doing my best to play the part of a small business owner.
Sitting across the desk from me was a girl who looked younger than me, but who had nicer clothes and a professional manicure that made me sit on my hands. Nails like hers were not conducive to working in a bakery.
“Ms. Malloy, you don’t have any other assets—jewelry, vehicle
