"Is there something wrong here?" The security man inquired in a deep voice.

Everyone started to stare their way and Adonis was feeling embarrassed already.

"This man came here to deposit ten thousand dollars and brought this card. Do you think it's real?" The cashier stretched it out to the security guard.

The security guard regarded it for a moment. "Well, I think it's real. Or what do you think?"

The cashier smirked. "This isn't real, John. This man obviously stole this cheque. I know what I'm saying."

Adonis sighed. "Can I see the manager then? All this would be settled if I do."

"You must be joking if you think I'm just going to let you walk into the manager's office without an appointment," she snapped. "The right and the best thing for you to do at this moment is to leave before the security bundles you out."

"I'm not leaving without my money," Adonis said stubbornly.

"Is there something going on here?" A deep baritone voice demanded suddenly.

"Manager!" The cashier stood with r