Page 72 of Rise (Rise & Fall Duet 1)

I dialed the number on the back of the card I used most and was immediately connected to a concierge.

“Good evening, Mr. Hollingsworth. This is Vincent. How may I help you, sir?” the pleasant voice asked.

“You could stop declining my cards,” I growled.

“Oh no. Let me see what’s going on.” The clack clack clack of a keyboard sounded in my ear.

“Here’s your coffee.”

I grabbed it and burst out the door onto the sidewalk. The concierge typing wasn’t muffled by the city noise. It only ramped up my impatience.

“Mr. Hollingsworth. I’m sorry, sir, but your accounts have been frozen.”