"Two minutes," Caleb repeated, his voice barely a breath against my ear.
He shifted his stance. To anyone else, he looked like a husband waiting for his wife. To me, he looked like a predator preparing to spring. His muscles were coiled, and his gaze was darting to the exits.
The door to the back office opened.
A short, balding man in a suit scurried out, followed by the receptionist and a large, armed security guard.
My heart hammered against my ribs. This is it. We fight or we run.
The man walked straight up to me. He looked nervous. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Mrs... Vance?" he squeaked, looking at the name on the account screen.
"Yes," I said, trying to stand tall like a Luna, even though I was trembling in my thrift-store coat.
"I am the Branch Manager," he said, w
