Page 40 of Secrets

“It’s pretty simple, honey,” said Miriam. “Jean and I will go in with you to the bank. You’re going to have to show your ID and request to cash out your accounts, transferring the money into a private account.”

“Will they let me do that?” she asked.

“Oh, they’re going to be fucking thrilled to let you do that,” said Jean. “Once you exchange the Bitcoin for actual currency and put it in their bank, they’re going to be thrilled to death. You can put the accounts in one account or several. It’s up to you.”

“What do you think I should do?” she asked. “I’ve never had a bank account of my own.”

“What do you do with your paychecks that you get from us?” asked Miriam.

“I don’t cash them. I haven’t needed to. I keep them in a box in case I need them.”

“Honey,” laughed Jean. “You have to cash those checks. It makes our books unbalanced.”

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry, I had no idea,” she said, squeezing Trevon’s hand. “I’ll put them in this account when we get it set up.”

“Here’s the birth certificate and driver’s license that we were able to acquire for you. Miriam and I will be there as your parents. If you want my advice, split the money into several accounts, buy some certificates of deposit, put some in checking, some in savings, and create three different trust accounts for future children and for Trevon.”

“No. No, I don’t need the money,” said Trevon.

“It’s not about what you need,” said Jean. “It’s about taxes.”

“Oh. That makes sense,” he nodded.

“Will she know? Will my mother know that I’ve done this? Is there any way that she can track it or find me?”

“She’ll know because she probably has someone notifying her of the account balances. I’m not sure how, but that seems the logical thing that’s happening. She’ll know that it’s a bank in New Orleans. That’s all she’ll know.”

“What if she bribes the banking staff?” asked Millicent.

“Honey, listen to me. The bank president’s name is Guillaume Robicheaux.”

“Another brother?” she frowned. Jean laughed.

“No, chére. A cousin. One of a million out there. He’s loyal to us, and most of the people who work at the bank are related to us in some way, or they’re related to the church ladies. And that’s a relationship more powerful than family.”

When they pulled into the parking garage for the bank, Jean got out first, then Trevon. They surrounded the two women, then looked behind them to see their backup.

Garrett, Kane, Flip, and Clay were getting out of the SUV.

“Why are they here?” asked Millicent.

“Insurance, honey. Everybody needs a little insurance.”

It took more than an hour for Millicent to get all of the accounts set up. Usually, when cashing in crypto, it takes a few days to get the money. Sometimes weeks. With a bank run by Robicheauxs, the time was cut significantly.

“You’re a very rich woman, belle,” smiled Guillaume.

“This is so weird, looking at you. How is one family so similar in their appearance? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“That’s for my mama and daddy to say,” he laughed. “It’s magical, but then again, everything that the Robicheauxs touch is magical.”

“It definitely is,” said Millicent.

“Alright, just another minute, and we’ll have this account closed.” He stared at the screen, and Millicent stood to use the ladies’ room. Clay and Kane followed, waiting outside the bathroom.

“Cousin, someone on the other end is getting notified,” said Guillaume.

“What do you mean?” asked Jean, standing behind him, staring at the screen.

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