The taxi stopped in front of City Bank. Leonard paid the driver his fare and alighted from the taxi.
He sighed deeply and looked around. He felt a little awkward considering how oddly he was dressed— a plain, fading white shirt and a pair of gray pants. Shrugging off the feelings, he walked into the gates.
Taking the card out of his pocket, he stared at it wondering what would happen if all the strange lady told him it was true.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Cried a woman he almost bumped into.
" I'm sorry," he was saying, raising up his head from his card.
Leonard's eyes widened with shock in their sockets.
"Tri… Trisha. Trisha, what are you doing here?"
The lady also couldn't hide her surprise as she opened her mouth to say something.
"What do you mean by that, young man? It's a bank so she has every right to be here and not some peasant like you," A man said beside her, irritated.
It was then Leonard caught sight of him holding his wife's hand like they were some sort of couple, his mind flying to what his mother-in-law told him a few hours ago.
" My daughter would marry the rich guy who is after her and not be with some poor rat like you."
His heart stung at the pain of the betrayal.
" Trisha, why did you do this to me?"
"What did I do?" Trisha asked, furrowing her brows with disgust. "I did nothing wrong but follow the man of my dreams, and by the way what are you doing here? Don't you know this place isn't for people like you?"
Leonard opened his mouth to speak but before he could the man said, " I think he needs to be reminded that the bank is not for anyone, but only those whose deposit is up to 3 million dollars can be qualified to deal with their business here. It's a symbol of identity which I am very sure you don't have."
" And you see this beauty here," the man continued, kissing her deeply on the lips. "She's mine and not yours anymore. How does that feel?" He asked, licking his lips and giving out a mocking laugh.
Leonard couldn't take anymore insults. He had been insulted enough, feeling something strange stir up in his body, a rush of anger to his veins. Seeing how Trisha smiled and kissed the man, he felt triggered, he held the man's collar, his eyes were bloodshot.
"Don't you dare speak to me in that manner!" he said in a voice which didn't sound like his, making him surprised.
"Don't you dare or you would regret ever being born and meeting me!"
Trisha was too dazed to speak and so was the man, too surprised to speak or move.
The man stared back at Leonard fearfully, he saw something scary flash in his eyes. Something that shocked him to his bones, killing every iota of courage he had left in him.
"What are you doing?!" Trisha cried, trying to get Leonard's strong grip off his collar. "Let go of him this minute!"
"Martin, are you okay?" She asked.
"Someone help!" Martin cried, also trying to get his grip off him.
The security guards ran from their posts towards them.
"What's going on here?!" Yelled one of them, looking at Leonard.
Leonard shook his head and slowly released his grip off his collars. The man stared at him, feeling his courage coming back to him.
"This man," he said, pointing accusingly at Leonard. "He is just a poor boy who cleans tables in a restaurant and he's threatening me for a reason I know not of."
The security guards looked at the shaken Leonard who couldn't believe what he had done.
"Mr Man, I would kindly request that you leave this bank to another or we would be mandated to force you to leave or get you arrested for harassment and trespassing," one of them said to him harshly.
" Exactly! Leave this place!" Trisha cried, holding the man's arm.
Leonard glared at her before looking at the security guards.
"Please let me go in. I just need to check my balance, it wouldn't take much time."
" Mr, I said leave or should we force you?"
" I just need to check the balance," he refused to leave.
The security guards exchanged glances at each other.
They walked towards Leonard and held him, trying to drag him out.
"What's going on here?" A voice asked.
They all turned to stare at a man, dressed in an expensive suit.
"Sir, this man here came into the bank to threaten a customer."
" That's not true!" Leonard denied, seeing this man as the only way to get in. " I only came to check the balance in this card," he waved the black card in the air.
The manager's eyes widened with recognition. He stepped down from the staircase, walking towards them, not believing his eyes.
"Sir, he held his collar and threatened him. He needs to be thrown out," Trisha told him.
The manager ignored her words and said to Leonard, "Can I have a look at your card?"
Leonard, seeing a glimpse of hope, gave the card to the man.
The manager held the card in his hand, staring at it, mouth opened wide with bewilderment.
"How did you get this card?" He asked, surprise vivid in his tone.
" I have had it with me for a long time now. My name's written boldly on it. "
" Yes I can see that. In this bank, there are different levels for cards, the higher the level is, it means the more deposit in the account and surprisingly, your card is the highest level."
" I don't understand,sir," Leonard said, confused.
" Get your filthy hands off him," the manager said, glaring at the guards. " Come with me, sir," he said, giving Leonard a smile.
Trisha and Martin were astonished.
How was such a distinguished card found in his custody?
"Sir, it must have been stolen. Such a poor boy like him couldn't have gotten this card so easily," Martin said, in a convincing manner and Trisha nodded in agreement.
"He's my ex-husband and I have always known him to be a thief and a fraud. There's no way he could have so much money in his account."
The manager gave no heed to their words. Knowing them for a while now, their cards were at the lowest level.
Taking out his phone, he placed a call across to the director of the bank.
"Hello ma'am, I called to inform you that a distinguished customer with a card of our highest level has arrived," he said.
" What?!”,the director gasped in surprise,” That's great news. I will be there to meet him in person."
"Okay ma'am."
The manager turned to face Leonard.
" The director said she will be here to serve you in person,Sir. Please, follow me."

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The Davisons:
That night, Keith sat at his apartment, files sprawled across his dining table. One in particular caught his eye—a cross-reference of investors and shell companies. Most of the connections were dead ends… except one.He hadn’t thought of them in months. The Davisons were powerful, discreet, and infamously detached from the public spotlight. But their name popped up—barely—in a transfer to a subsidiary recently restructured into a tech-based logistics competitor now bidding aggressively for the same contracts Marshall Corp had its eyes on.Keith’s phone buzzed.Leonard.He picked up. “Hey.”“I have news,” Leonard said without greeting. “The competitor targeting Marshall? We ran a full audit trail. It's being funded through proxies—offshore firms, fake holdings. But we finally traced the money.”Keith sat forward. “Let me guess. The Davison family.”A long pause. Then Leonard cursed. “You found it too.”“They’re not just watching Marshall Corp,” Keith said. “They’re moving in.”Leonard’
The Davisons:
That night, Keith sat at his apartment, files sprawled across his dining table. One in particular caught his eye—a cross-reference of investors and shell companies. Most of the connections were dead ends… except one.He hadn’t thought of them in months. The Davisons were powerful, discreet, and infamously detached from the public spotlight. But their name popped up—barely—in a transfer to a subsidiary recently restructured into a tech-based logistics competitor now bidding aggressively for the same contracts Marshall Corp had its eyes on.Keith’s phone buzzed.Leonard.He picked up. “Hey.”“I have news,” Leonard said without greeting. “The competitor targeting Marshall? We ran a full audit trail. It's being funded through proxies—offshore firms, fake holdings. But we finally traced the money.”Keith sat forward. “Let me guess. The Davison family.”A long pause. Then Leonard cursed. “You found it too.”“They’re not just watching Marshall Corp,” Keith said. “They’re moving in.”Leonard’
The Plan:
The room was quiet aside from Keith’s laptop softly humming. The transfer bar blinked at Ninety-eight percent then Ninety-nine percent, then completed. Keith dry swallowed and leaned back in his chair, staring at the now secure Marshall Corporation archival database on his screen.“Done,” he said to himself.His fingers hovered over the keyboard as if to try and revert back. But this was permanent. The data: sensitive projections, confidential financial models, internal audits, were no longer solely within his dominion. Barry had it now. Or at least had a backdoor to it.His phone buzzed.Barry.Just the name made Keith’s stomach tighten. He inhaled once, then picked up.“You’ve been efficient,” Barry’s voice poured through the speaker like warm steel. “Impressive. I knew you would be.”“I kept my word,” Keith said, staring at the screen. “The files are transferred. All of them.”A pause.“Good. It’s nice when people understand the stakes.” Barry’s voice dipped. “And when they don’t…
The Will Of A Man:
That night, Keith didn’t go home. He couldn’t. He booked a room at a discreet hotel on the edge of the city, not wanting to bring any of Barry’s reach near his son, Seth. He had enough problems to deal with already, ever since the confrontation with his mother.Alone in the room, Keith placed the flash drive on the nightstand and stared at it like it might sprout legs and crawl into the computer on its own.His phone buzzed. Unknown number.He didn’t pick up.It buzzed again. This time, a message.**Tick-tock, Mr. Marshall. Bella works late tomorrow. Would be a shame if she didn’t make it home.**Keith’s jaw clenched. That was the line. Threatening him was one thing. Threatening her—even if they weren’t personally close—was another.He opened his laptop and ran the flash drive through a private, air-gapped system, logging into a clone environment he used to audit company material.The drive required a password.Of course it did.He typed: **Barry**.Access denied.He tried: **Marshall
The Weight Of Blackmail:
Keith’s hands felt really heavy with the flash drive. The size was so tiny and could be mistaken for a bomb. Barry's message was clear:Transfer the contents to the Marshall Corporation archival database. Midnight. No delays. No excuses. Or someone disappears.The room was full of Keith’s thoughts as he paced back and forth in his office, clenching and unclenching his fingers all the while. Each second that passed seemed like ticking time till doomsday.Then came a creak from his door. He immediately put the flash drive away.Bella stepped into the office, excluding all elegance carrying a cup of coffee. “You were absent during the commercial shooting,” she said in an almost whispering voice, “I thought maybe you would want this.”He ignored her presence by turning towards it and pretending to look out of it at the raindrops running down on his windowpane pretending not to notice how wet it had become.“Thank you.” He muttered pretendly lost in thoughts about work.Bella placed the co
Barry’s Threat:
Barry stepped forward, one hand casually brushing a crystal pen on Keith’s desk. “Do you remember the party, Keith? The lights, the dancing, the betrayal... the escape?”Keith remained silent.“I do,” Barry said with a smirk. “You and that little beauty—what was her name again? Bella? You ran from me. Quite rudely, I might add.”“She’s not part of this anymore,” Keith said quickly, fists clenching at his sides. “Leave her out of it.”“Out of it?” Barry laughed. “Oh, Keith. You made her part of it the moment you brought her to my event. The moment you let her get a glimpse of my world. And then—like a thief in the night—you both vanished. Didn’t even say goodbye.”“You threatened her life,” Keith snapped.Barry waved a hand. “Minor detail. You’ve seen what I’m capable of. You know the weight I carry in this city. And yet here you are… making me come to you.”He leaned in.“To settle scores.”Keith’s throat dried. He tried to stand tall, keep the fear buried.“I didn’t take anything fro
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