Serayah slammed her laptop shut, the sound like a gunshot in the small living room. "My cards. All of them. Declined. I finally made up my mind and called the bank and they told me there’s an 'administrative hold' on my accounts pending an audit. An audit, Giselle!"
"It’s not just you," Lawrose said, his voice trembling as he paced by the window. He was staring at his phone as if it had turned into a snake. "My lead sponsor for the Spring Collection just pulled out. No explanation. Just a one-sentence email saying they’ve decided to move in a 'different direction.' That direction being anywhere that doesn't piss off Richard Hemingway."
Giselle sat on the edge of the sofa, her hands tucked between her knees. "This is a lot to taken."
"Such an insufferable!" Lawrose shrieked, spinning aro
