Page 414 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
I turned around. How is she watching me? I could feel tears begin to well in my eyes. I couldn't risk it. James could lose everything. 20 million dollars wasn't that much to him. And maybe we could get it back later. She didn't say I couldn't tell him afterwards. I didn't have time to think right now. I was running out of time.
I ran toward the elevator and called Ian.
He picked up on the second ring. "Hey, Penny. I'm waiting outside to take you to Kleinfeld's."
I stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button to close the doors. "No, Ian. I need you to drive me to the bank."
"Okay, which bank?"
Shit.I knew James had set me up with my own account when we moved to New York despite my protests. I had never accessed it before. Every now and then I used the credit card he gave me to buy expensive dresses for functions I went to with him. But I had no idea how much was in the account. Hopefully it would be enough.What bank was it?"Just the normal one."
"United Bank? The one that James uses?"
"Yes." I tried to hide my sigh of relief. "Yup, the normal one."
Ian laughed. "You got it."
I hung up the phone when he came into view. He was parked right outside the office building and the door was already open for me. "How long will it take to get there?"
"It's just down the street."
"Thank God."
He gave me a funny look, but closed the door.
As soon as the car was moving, I felt even more nervous. Was I doing the right thing? James wouldn't want those photos all over the internet. I didn't have a choice. We pulled up outside of a building that said United Bank. "Thanks, Ian," I said and got out the second the car stopped. I ran up the steps and into the bank. It was insanely fancy inside. It looked more like a hotel than a bank. There was no line, so I walked directly up to the teller. "Hi, I need to transfer some money."
She stared at me for a second. "Yes, Miss..."
"Taylor. Penny Taylor. I have an account here, but I don't know the account number off the top of my head."Or at all.I hope this is the right bank.I had a couple thousand dollars in my own bank account. That wasn't going to appease Isabella.
"Okay, hold on one second. Penny Taylor..." She stared at her computer screen as she spoke. "And you're looking to transfer money?"
"Yes, just to a different account."
"How much are you looking to transfer?"
"20 million." I had lowered my voice slightly. She was going to think I was crazy.
The woman's fingers stopped and she looked up at me. "Let me just get a manager for you to sit down with. Excuse me."
"I'm in a bit of a hurry."
"Okay, Miss Taylor. Just let me go get him." She disappeared through a door.
I pulled out my phone. I only had twelve minutes. It felt like I was having a heart attack. I put my hand on my chest.
"The manager will be right out," the teller said as she came back up to the counter. "If you don't mind taking a seat." She gestured toward a group of plush chairs. This was taking too long. I sat down and tapped my foot nervously. A few minutes later a man emerged from the back.
"Hello, Miss Taylor. You must be James' fiancée." He put his hand out toward me. "I'm Ed and I'll be helping you out today."
I immediately stood up and shook his hand. "Yes, hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm kind of in a rush. I need to get this done before the wedding."
"Of course. Right this way." He took me to his office and sat down behind his desk. "So, James added you to several of his bank accounts when he updated his will a couple of years ago, in addition to the one that is just under your name."
"Mhm." I sat down across from him. I had no idea that James had done that. He trusted me with his money. And I was here giving it away to Isabella. My stomach seemed to flip over. Was I doing the right thing?
"And you understand that all of your joint assets are not liquid. You don't have 20 million dollars sitting in the bank. A lot of your money is currently tied up in investments. Properties, stocks..."
