An Instant Zillionaire

Chapter 3: Face smacking

At this, Philip's expression turned sour. He turned to look at Brad. "What is the meaning of this?" He glares at him.

A flash of awareness flickered across Brad's face. "Wait! I'm sorry. That was definitely not the right finger. I will use the thumb next," he muttered.

Philip felt a stab of annoyance at his words. "What? Is this a joke?" 

"What is your plan here? And if your thumb doesn't work, you try your pinky finger. And if it still doesn't work, will you try with your toes then?" He said with a wry smile and picked up his phone to call the police.

But Brad had already placed his thumb on the fingerprint sensor.

The police had picked it up when a green light appeared on the device and new details flashed up on the screen.

{Verification Successful. Family account 01. Verifier: Harrier Brad Liam. Account 02413.]

Philip gaped at Brad in disbelief. Shock kept him motionless and speechless for a moment but he was quick to put on a smile. Who would have thought that the young man in front of him could truly have fingerprint recognition in that kind of prestige bank?

"Mr. Harrier, I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you earlier. I'm Philip McClellan, the customer manager for this branch. Please, allow me to assist you," he said with a nice smile and a great show of respect.

If a man like Brad slipped out of Trust Financial, it would really hurt him. Besides, he would be sanctioned by the authorities. He had to get on Brad's good side.

"It's alright," Brad said casually. "Can I know the amount I have left in my account?"

"Sure!" Philip responded quickly. "Please, have your seat while I do just that," he indicated to the plum chair in front of him.

Brad sat.

Philip sat in front of the computer and typed for a few minutes. On his instructions, Brad provided more fingerprint scans for authorization.

"It's done, Mr Harrier," Philip said suddenly and Brad went to sit. He clicked on the OK button and Brad's account details appeared in front of him.

Philip pointed to the screen and said. "Mr Harrier, your account balance is currently ninety-nine billion dollars," he announced.

Philip sucked in a breath as the numbers left his mouth. The young man had an enormous fortune. It placed him in the top flight of one percent.

A lot of people wouldn't be able to dream of such money and Philip couldn't believe that the young man in front of him possessed it.

Brad felt strange as he stared at the numbers on the numbers. The last time he checked, he barely made it past some million dollars. How come it was almost entering a zillion dollars?

"Oh! You have other assets too!" Philip said, suddenly cutting through Brad's thoughts. "Let me show you that, sir," he muttered, clicked through several pages on the screen and finally clicked on the OK button again.

The screen displayed a 4×4 grid.

"The surveillance screen displays all the physical assets that you own elsewhere," Philip explained.

He clicked on the upper right side of the corner and brought up a feed from the other branches of the bank.

The first feed revealed a sports car, on the other side was the Bugatti La Voiture Noire.

Philip opened up the screen one after the other.

La Peregrina pearl is displayed on one side and six stacks of gold bars are displayed on the other side.

Philip's air became caught in his throat.

La Peregrina was currently the most expensive pearl in the world, auctioned last at $11.8 Million.

The feed from another branch revealed two original Picasso paintings and Rodin statues.

Another branch feed displayed five 18-carat gold, twenty 10-carat diamonds, fifteen pieces of ivory, and another couple of stacks of gold.

Philip's eyes went wide with shock as he stared at Brad's asset. He had never seen someone as rich as Brad.

"Alright, I would like a card," Brad said quickly.

"Yes sir," Philip said with a little bow. "I will start with that immediately. Would you like to have coffee before I finish? I could order whatever you would like to have."

Philip wanted to get on Brad's good side.

"Oh, no," Brad made a wave of his hand. "I'm fine."

Philip went on with it and within fifteen minutes, a supreme card was produced.

Philip looked at the supreme card and thought about Brad's asset. The card wasn't at all good enough for Brad's standard but it was the highest card they were authorised to issue at Trust Financial. 

If there was another high card, he would have issued it instead.

"Mr Harrier, here's your card sir," he announced and stretched out the card to Brad.

It was a black card.

"Thank you," Brad muttered, stood up, and walked towards the door.

On second thought, Philip wanted to walk him out. There was no way he would be ignoring such an important figure but he couldn't do so as the asset-checking system on his computer had not been turned off. 

That aside, the fingerprint verification machine, iris recognition apparatus, and other sensitive equipment have not been returned to the safe.

Claire was anxiously and curiously waiting in the hall for Brad.

She wondered what had happened and what was taking Brad so long to get out. 

Could Brad have killed the customs manager? 

The more she considered it, the more scared she became.

She was already debating on banging on the door when Brad walked out confidently.

"Hey!" She yelled, attracting attention to herself again as she moved closer to Brad. "You can't leave! You broke into the VIP room!" She assaulted him.

Two security guards walked closer. She had already called them and told them to be on standby.

"Once we confirm that nothing is missing, we will have the police arrest you for questioning!"

"What are you doing?" Brad questioned with confusion written all over him.

The two security guards joined her, and the supreme card was fished out of his pocket.

"Oh wow!" Her eyes sparked up as if she had found evidence of his guilt. She took the card from one of the security guards. "You stole a card, a supreme card at that! That's it! I am calling the police!"