Aaron nodded subtly toward one of the bodyguards nearby. The man stepped forward, pulled a folder from his briefcase, and laid it out neatly on the table in front of them. Just two pages. Emily’s eyes caught the two signatures at the bottom—Aaron’s and Francie’s.
Francie instantly pointed at it, his voice rising. “Exactly! You told me this was just a ten grand loan. No deadline, no pressure.”
“I never said that,” Aaron replied flatly.
Francie’s mouth opened, incredulous. “But you only gave me ten grand! How the hell does that suddenly become two million?”
He turned to Emily, his expression pleading. “Sis, you’ve gotta believe me. I only borrowed the money to open this place. I didn’t use it for anything else, I SWEAR.”
Emily’s brow furrowed as she locked eyes with Aaron. “Explain. Why
