“Margaret,” he said warmly, “it’s wonderful to see you. Is everything okay?”

The room froze.

Fear replaced arrogance in Charles’ eyes.

Margaret smiled knowingly.

“She doesn’t think I look like someone this bank should serve,” she said.

Gerald turned slowly to Charles.
“My office. Now.”

Charles walked away like a scolded child.

Downstairs, Janet returned with a tablet. “Mrs. Margaret, would you like to review your account privately?”

“No,” Margaret said kindly. “Here. Transparency is important.”

Janet read the numbers aloud.

Eight hundred forty-seven thousand dollars.

Then more accounts.

Millions.

Almost nineteen million in total.

The shock spread through the room.

When Charles returned – pale and trembling – Gerald ordered him to apologize.

Margaret stood up.

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