I Became A Billionaire Overnight

Chapter 3

The green loading bar crawled across the digital display. Ten percent. Fifty percent. Ninety percent. Then, a loud, clear chime rang out from the tablet speakers. The screen flashed a bright, undeniable green approval checkmark.

Martin Sanchez stared at the screen. All the color drained from his face. His mouth fell open slightly as he read the verified name and the impossible string of zeros attached to the account balance. Two billion dollars. The man standing in front of him wearing scuffed sneakers and a sweaty t-shirt was the sole owner of the largest single cash reserve in the entire city.

Anita Bertha did not see the screen. She was too busy glaring at Mason with absolute disgust.

"What are you waiting for?" Anita snapped at the security guard. "Grab this lying trash and throw him out before he ruins our reputation!"

"Shut your mouth!" Martin roared.

Anita jumped backward in shock. She looked at her boss in total confusion. The guard froze in place, his hands halfway to Mason's shoulders.

Martin shoved the tablet directly into Anita's face. "Look at the screen, Anita. Look at the balance. You just tried to order security to assault our most important client."

Anita read the number. Her eyes widened in absolute horror. The smug, arrogant expression melted off her face instantly. Her knees actually buckled slightly. She looked from the tablet to Mason and swallowed hard. She forced a sickeningly sweet smile onto her trembling lips.

"Sir... Mr. Mason," Anita stammered, her voice shaking badly. "I am so incredibly sorry. This was a terrible misunderstanding. We have strict protocols for security, but clearly, I misjudged the situation. Please, come inside. Let me get you a premium coffee."

Mason looked at her without a single trace of pity. He turned his attention to the branch manager.

"Mr. Sanchez," Mason said calmly. "You have two choices right now. You can fire this woman immediately, or I will turn around, walk across the street, and deposit my two billion dollars with your biggest competitor."

Martin did not hesitate for a single second. He looked at the security guard.

"Strip her badge," Martin ordered coldly. "And escort Ms. Bertha off the premises. She is no longer employed at First National Bank."

Anita gasped. "Martin, you cannot do this! I have worked here for five years! You know how hard I work!"

"Grab her," Martin told the guard.

The massive security guard stepped forward and grabbed Anita firmly by the upper arm. He did not show any of the respect he had given her two minutes ago. He pulled her down the concrete steps as she cried and pleaded to keep her job. Mason stood perfectly still and watched her get dragged away into the humid afternoon air. The very woman who had tried to block him from entering was now being physically removed from the property.

Martin turned to Mason and offered a deep, respectful bow. "Mr. Mason, please accept my deepest apologies. Allow me to personally escort you to our top-floor VIP suite. We will handle your transfer immediately."

Mason followed the manager through the heavy glass doors. The interior of the bank was pristine and heavily air-conditioned. They bypassed the long lines of regular customers waiting at the tellers and took a private, wood-paneled elevator straight to the executive floor.

Inside the lavish VIP suite, Martin personally handled the massive transaction. He moved with extreme speed and efficiency, sweating slightly as he typed on his secure terminal. He successfully transferred one billion dollars directly into a high-yield savings account per Mason's exact instructions. For the remaining funds, Martin unlocked a highly secure vault and presented Mason with an exclusive, limitless black card. It was heavy, sleek metal.

Mason held the card in his hand. He had walked up to those glass doors with three dollars to his name. Now he held the financial power to crush almost anyone in the city. He signed the final transfer documents and placed the black card securely into his wallet.

As he rode the private elevator back down to the lobby, his thoughts drifted to Vanessa. Three years ago, he had made the ultimate sacrifice for her. He had completely cut ties with his own powerful family to be with her. His parents had hated Vanessa, viewing her as manipulative and greedy. Mason had chosen love over his family name and walked away from his entire inheritance.

Now she was gone. She was marrying into Steve's wealthy family instead. She was completely oblivious to the fact that Mason had abandoned a massive fortune just to keep her happy, only for her to betray him for a smaller paycheck.

Mason walked out the front doors of the bank. The security guard nodded respectfully as he passed.

He pulled out his phone and opened a premium ride-hailing app. He did not have to worry about the cost anymore. He ordered the most expensive luxury SUV available and typed in his destination.

He entered the exact address for the corner cafe where Vanessa worked. It was time to pay his ex-fiancée a visit and buy the business right out from under her.