Trevor’s voice cracked as someone picked up. “Regional office? I need the president. Now. It’s about account 0001.” He hung up and stared at me. “Mrs. Calloway, the screen says you hold sixty-four percent of this bank.” I nodded. “Walter and I put our savings in the day we opened.”

Then the front door opened and a tall woman in a gray suit walked in with two men behind her. Trevor went rigid. “That’s the CEO,” he whispered. “She was supposed to be in the city.” The woman looked at my boots, then at me, and said, “Ruth Calloway, you’re early. We were going to call you at noon about the vote.” One of the men set a black folder on the counter, and I saw my own name on it.