Free The Plug's Wife by Chynna

They almost immediately referred her to the bank’s manager who escalated her “case” up to corporate chain.  Summer wished she could see the computer screen so she could glean some information about her accounts. 
    “Let me just try one more thing,” the old man said, popping up out of his chair like a jack in the box.  “I’ll be right back, Mrs. Banks.” 
    Summer looked down at her watch.  She sucked her teeth in disgust.  She’d already been waiting for forty minutes.  The old man returned with a much younger man.  The tall, pimply faced, raven haired man stretched his hand out towards Summer and identified himself as Mr. Chumpsky, Vice President of the branch.  To her, he looked more like Vice President of student council. 
    “Mrs. Banks, I’m very sorry but all of Mr. Banks’ regular and investment accounts have been frozen.  At this time, we do not have any other information for you.  We will further investigate the matter and get back to you.  There’s really not much else I can tell you,” Mr. Chumpsky said, his protruding Adam’s apple nervously bobbing up and down.
    Summer closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to keep her composure. 
    “I don’t understand.  My husband has hundreds of thousands of dollars. How can none of that be available?” Summer asked as calmly as her raging brain allowed.  How am I supposed to live now?  I can’t support myself, let alone help my family.  Oh my God!  Summer’s mind did somersaults.  “How long do you need to investigate this?” she asked, desperation underlying her words. 
    Mr. Chumpsky looked at her with sympathy. 
    “I honestly can’t say right now.  But since Mr. Banks was a valued customer, I will be sure to make it a priority,” Chumpsky said in earnest.
    “Thank you for the information and for the favor,” she rasped.  Summer swallowed hard and allowed the young VP to escort her out of the bank. 
    Something still didn’t sit right with Summer.  The only people she had heard of freezing accounts was either the account holder themselves or the feds, either way, the situation would’ve been fucked up.  Suddenly, a wave a panic came over Summer.  She wondered if the bank manager and staff had been stalling her to buy themselves time to call someone.  Maybe have her followed?  There was definitely something fishy going on and she planned to get to the bottom of it all. I hope those rumors about Jesse talking to the feds are not true!  Summer thought as she settled into the backseat of her ride with her head pounding. 

Chapter 6 Becoming Boss
     
    Summer rushed into her upscale brownstone, leaving behind her two hired security guards.  Bruno, the one who was like her shadow, had tried to follow her up the front steps like usual, but Summer had pushed him in the chest and screamed at him to go away.  Desperate times called for desperate measures and she was sick to death of the security details.  Besides, she didn’t even know how she could afford security now when she barely had enough to scrape together for lunch earlier.
    Summer raced around the living room, flipping the slats of the cherry wood plantation shutters on all of the oversized windows.  She was almost sure after that little performance at the bank someone was watching her.  Heart hammering, she snatched up the neglected pile of mail that had amassed on the kitchen counter since Jesse’s death.  Breathing through her mouth, Summer shuffled through the envelopes.  Late payment notice.  Final notice.  Overdraft notice .  Summer read off one by one.  She screamed and sent the letters sailing all over the kitchen table and floor.  How could he leave me fucked up like this?  What am I supposed to do now?   Summer wished Jesse was standing right in front of her, so she could vent her frustrations on the person who had caused all this turmoil in her life. 
    After Rex’s untimely death, Jesse forbid Summer from working.  He insisted that