I Bought The Bank You Faked

Summary

The day I accompanied my brother to look at his new house was the first time I met his fiancée. She was a wealth management elite, fresh off a stint in Europe, or so the family legend went.

She looked me up and down, her body physically blocking the doorway of the luxury condo, her face twisting into a mask of pure disdain.

"You’re the delivery driver, right? Don't come in. You’ll track dirt all over my new hardwood."

I froze. The air in my lungs went completely still.

My brother, Justin, let out a nervous, scraping laugh and tried to smooth it over.