The Secret Behind Plan B
Language: en
My coworker cornered me at my desk, claiming accounting needed to verify my bank details for a deposit. I glanced at the screen, and for a second, my heart stopped. His account number was there, right next to mine in his notes. They were identical, save for the very last digit. I didn't say a word. I didn't raise an alarm. That afternoon, I walked into my boss’s office, claimed a sudden bout of food poisoning, and went straight to the bank. I didn't just withdraw my money; I closed the account entirely. Three days later, Connor Haden charged into the office, his eyes bloodshot and his face…