"You threw dirt on me and tried to force me out just so you could stay. Tell me—who's greedier?"
I grabbed my things and brushed past her shoulder toward the door.
A hand caught my collar from behind and yanked me back.
She blocked my path.
"Leave the money and then you can take your junk and get out!"
I looked her dead in the eyes.
"The gift card is in President Fox's office. I didn't take it."
Virginia let out a cold laugh.
"I'm not talking about that one card. Every gift card, every gift you've taken since the day you set foot in this bank—you're giving back all of it. Every last cent."
The others ate it up—Virginia's little power trip had them nodding along, thumbs-up behind my back.
I was silent for a few seconds.
Everyone watched me clench my jaw and figured I was about to lunge at her.
After all, in their minds, a nobody like me who'd never had real money must have spent it all long ago. No way I could pay anything back.
But I pulled out my phone, unhurried, and transferred three million to the bank's account.
Didn't even blink.