I’m Just Going to Write XIII
Larissa counts the money one bill at a time, making stacks of twenty. She takes the five stacks in front of her, combines them into one and slides them to her right. As she pulls the next set of bills out of the canvas bag, she feels a hard rock with smooth crevices. She brings the rock out, examining it.
Real gold? she asks silently.
She sets it on the table and checks the bag for more. She feels several more. Pulling out the next one and putting it in her pocket, she resumes counting the bills. When she’s reached two hundred thousand, Minister Terry comes in.
“You know there was gold in here?”
“We don’t know if it’s real yet.”
She nods.
“I took one,” she tells him.
He nods.
“Well I’m up to two hundred k. What you want me to do?”
“I think you should take it with you.”
“What did Mike say?”
“Same.”
Larissa leans back in her chair. “You got security?”
“The guys are in the car.”
She grits her teeth. “Ok.” Then, “You got the bag?”
Minister Terry hands her the black leather bag with the hidden lining. She carefully places the straps inside the outer lining of the bag, side by side, zipping up the linings, moving her phone and keys from her previous bag into this one.
As she bends to rise from her seat, she observes the tattoo on Terry’s bulging forearm arm. The merkaba, with flames surrounding it. ‘Ezekiel 1’ written in the flames.
She rises with her bag, adjusting her robe so that the excess fabric is now on her shoulder. She wraps her scarf around her neck, grabs her phone and texts Cadence. I’m on my way.
They exit the bank, nodding at Chigozie on their way, Larissa heading straight to the black escalade and sitting in the back.
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