white anymore. They were brown. Permanently.
Danny opened his briefcase and took out the papers. He laid them on top of an overturned bucket.
“Brandon,” I said. “I’m going to sign something. I want you to watch.”
“What is it?”
“The future of account 0001.”
He went very still.
Ezoic
I picked up the pen. I signed my name. Dorothy Mae Whitaker.
Ezoic
Then I handed the pen to Danny, and he signed as a witness, and he stamped it with his notary seal.
Brandon was staring at the papers.
“Mrs. Whitaker,” he said slowly. “What did you just do?”





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