2 - Asrahan Zaydel

If not for the call which Sahan had received, he wouldn't have remembered that he was from a wealthy family. The Zaydel family was one of the top three wealthiest families in the city. Luckily, Sahan was the sole heir to the consortium and was being called back home. The perfect timing, as they say karma is a bitch!

For two years, his family had been assessing and observing him for the trials. Sahan had to undergo numerous tests which he could not predict even for once in the past two years. He had to excel each one of them to deem fit to be the heir officially. And it seems Sahan had passed the trial which had cost him his self respect. 

Everything that rightfully belonged to him could be claimed by him. Finally Sahan could go to the bank, get his card and withdraw some bucks to pay his debt. He had spent a lot on his ex to buy her presents and to throw her birthday parties etc? Now he was left with a big fat debt and her betrayal. It would have worried him earlier but not anymore.

Thinking of how the timing was perfect, Sahan drove towards the particular bank. The car halted in front of the largest bank in the city, the National Treasure Bank. Multiple expensive cars were parked around the bank along with his mediocre vehicle. But this time Sahan did not feel any less than those aristocrats bathing in luxury. 

Sahan pushed the door open and walked inside like an elite despite his ordinary clothing. "Watch your way!" A soft voice groaned when he walked inside, Sahan had been careless when he opened the door. That made him bump into a young blonde lady who was heading out of the bank. Sahan immediately shifted his attention to her and was baffled the way she warned him in a subtly polite tone. 

"I'm sorry, miss." Sahan apologised quickly upon observing that she was not hurt or dropped anything. "What? Why are you gawking at me?!" The lady glared at him as she approached Sahan. Their height difference made her tiptoe to reach his face. "No matter how puppy hard you try, I am not going to be your sugar mommy.” 

The bank assistant manager, Clara, who had seen the whole commotion, moved closer. Meanwhile, Sahan almost choked on the woman’s words. Somehow it amused him that she was not someone who would be swayed that easily by anyone. Now he was curious pertaining to her identity and name. But at that time he needed something else to do.

The manager examined the lady first and shifted towards Sahan with disapproval. She examined him, noting down his ordinary and dirty clothes.

National Treasure was different from other banks as their clientele was exclusively elite class. And Sahan definitely did not belong there at all. It raised suspicion and the matter needed to be solved immediately. 

The bank assistant manager knew the lady and how wealthy she was. But upon seeing and judging Sahan by his appearance, he wasn't the type of customer they ever had. "How may I help you sir?” Clara asked with a forced smile to keep her professionalism despite her utter disgust.

"Oh yes, I am here to withdraw." Sahan responded short. Clara, the manager, gathered her patience and questioned him. "To withdraw money?" She was a bit shocked, her eyes running over him again. "Do you have a card, perhaps?" She asked with a cunning smile, waiting to ridicule him.

Certainly Sahan didn't look at all like someone who could even afford a card at that high-end bank. To get a card at National Teasure, the clients must have at least two million dollars in savings and the man in front of her reeked of poverty from head to toe.

"No.” Sahan answered honestly, after all he was there to get his card in the first place. The manager rolled her eyes which made Sahan feel mildly agitated. But for some reason he did not wish to act recklessly in front of that pretty woman whom he bumped into. She was still standing there witnessing everything, perhaps the enigma was a mutual feeling between them.

Clara nodded at a customer who walked inside right at that moment. “Okay, stay here.” She gestured to some guard and headed towards that wealthy woman. How could she waste her time on a meagre person as a manager? Before the guard could come to throw Sahan out he was gone. Could he have been ashamed and walked away?

Meanwhile, Sahan had wandered into the VIP room, where a man sat comfortably on the sofa, sipping his coffee slowly when the door opened suddenly. He sat up quickly. Though, he hadn't expected any visitors to attend that day. A sudden emergence was totally out of the question, especially someone poorly dressed like Sahan. 

As the customer manager, he was responsible for more than 20 VIP customers and he knew them personally with all the details. He stood up, subconsciously straightening his suit. He looked at Sahan, and his jaw dropped upon witnessing an odd presence. The man raised his one eyebrow in utter confusion. 

The entity in front of him wasn't his regular customer and he was certain that he wasn't close to them either. Besides, Sahan wasn't dressed as someone who was authorised to enter the VIP section to begin with. "Who are you, boy? How did you even come here? Have you lost your way? This is the VIP section, you are not allowed here." He waved his hand and warned him.

"Well, I want to get my money. After that I will be gone." Sahan went straight to the point as he walked forward to his desk. The man ogled Sahan suspiciously, he seemed like someone that knew what he was speaking. For a moment the manager believed Sahan might not be bluffing. But even at that, he suspected that he must have known all the top 20 VIP clients. And Sahan was not one of them or even related. 

"Do you have a card, sir?” The manager fished his hand out to receive the card when Sahan spoke curtly. "No, I don’t." He said honestly, the manager released an irritated sigh. The man was glad that he was right after all. Sahan was not a VIP client, the only worrisome thing was how did he get in there. And how dare he have the audacity to think he could fool a high-end bank?

"I am sorry but we don't give out money without a card." The manager forced a smile over his face as he shook his head. Assuming that now Sahan will walk away by himself without any further mess and scolding. However, Sahan gestured to him with a smirk. "Well, you have fingerprint recognition here, don't you? Certainly, you don’t want to drive away the Zaydel heir!” 

Sahan knew he had to mention the most mysterious family’s name in order to snag his attention. After all, not everyone knew that the Zaydel family had access to that particular bank. It was kept a secret though their assets were spread all across the country. However, Sahan was satisfied seeing that the manager was already sweating. 

To qualify for ID, the user must have nothing less than eighty million dollars. So, only a few had their fingerprints recorded in the system. And no one would have ever imagined that anyone from the Zaydel family would arrive to withdraw one day. "Yes, you want to use it?" The manager somehow was still suspicious of Sahan, as that could be a wild guess too.

"Yes. Of course, if you are competent enough then you must have my prints too.” Sahan mocked him under the influence of his anger which was caused by Jenny’s betrayal. How could he let people ridicule him anymore? He was not an ordinary guy anymore, it was his time to act the way he should. The most powerful man on the earth. 

Asrahan Zaydel. 

The manager thought for a moment and after consideration, he decided to give him a chance."Place your thumb here." The man muttered and gestured at the surface. Without any wait, Sahan placed his thumb on the sensor. The device lit up and the screen displayed the word ‘not in the records.’ Sahan felt stunned and humiliated. How could his father do that to him!?