The lingering scent of Richard’s cologne clung to Giselle as she shut the apartment door and took a deep breath to stable herself. Lawrose and Serayah were standing in the kitchen, hovering over a laptop, checking their bank balances with the intensity of people looking for a miracle.
"The money is back," Serayah said, her voice breathless. "The restriction on my account has been remov. My accounts status has ticked green."
"You guys wont believe my sponsor just emailed," Lawrose added, though he didn't look happy. "They called it a 'technical glitch.' A glitch that almost gave me a stroke." He looked up at Giselle. "He’s gone, isn't he? The monster in the sedan?"
"He gave me twenty-four hours," Giselle said, walking into the center of the room staring at nothing in particular. Her voic
