The Godfather's Favor — The Fifty Thousand Dollar Transfer

iris took the bag and pulled out a limited edition handbag thank you julian she lowered her head shyly pouting playfully do this claire's still here i'm giving you a gift what does that have to do with her i picked an apple from the fruit bowl and took a bite nothing to do with me though you called off our engagement yesterday and showed up at my house today

seems like you're more interested in this family than i am you're the one who called it off and you're the one running back here so which is it calling it off or switching targets julian's face face stiffened, flushing with embarrassment. He turned and walked out. Iris chased after him a couple steps, then stopped, turning back to look at me, something crafty flickering in

her eyes. She smiled. Claire, is the apple sweet? It's fine. Then eat more of it. She took a couple more steps up the stairs, then turned back. After all, there isn't much in this house you just take for yourself. She turned and went upstairs, footsteps at the door. Iris leaned halfway in, smiling sweetly. Claire, does the gift fit? It's fine. Good. Dad's birthday

The banquet is in three days. Don't be late. Late at night I went downstairs for water. The kitchen light was on. Two people inside. Iris, with her back to the door.

A servant standing across from her. The day of the banquet, put it under her pillow. Once it's found during the search, don't say a word. Just keep your head down and stand there.

If Miss finds out... No one will find out. Iris pulled out her phone and turned the screen toward her. A transfer record, $50,000.