Bradley Whitmore’s mocking laughter faded for a moment, replaced by an uncomfortable murmur among the spectators. The entire spectacle had caught the attention of a figure standing at the edge of the lobby — Mr. Richard Holloway, the bank’s regional director, who was visiting the branch that day. The laughter and the commotion had drawn him over, and what he saw shocked him.
Mr. Holloway, a seasoned banker with a reputation for fairness and integrity, stepped forward, silencing the crowd with a wave of his hand. He approached Wesley with an air of authority and genuine concern. “Young man,” he said kindly, “may I see your documents, please?”
Wesley handed the papers over, his hesitation replaced by a glimmer of hope. Holloway examined the documents, his expression shifting from scrutiny to surprise. He then carefully inspected the bank card, noting its authenticity. The room was silent, the tension palpable.
