3 - Charity at bank

The manager smirked. “What? Cat caught your tongue now, eh?” He moved towards the cellphone and picked up the receiver. “All high and mighty for no darn reason. I will give you a few minutes, run and never come back here.” He waved at Sahan with disgust as if he had been enjoying the whole mockery. “And if you insist on staying here anymore, I have to call the cops then.”

Sahan shook his head ignoring everything and placed his thumb once again on the scanner. Meanwhile, the manager had daringly called the cops and the police had picked it up. When a green light appeared on the device and a few details flashed up on the screen. “You brat! What did you do?” The manager yelled assuming Sahan had done something to the machine.

[Verification Successful]

[Family account 10]

[VIP Client: Sinclair Zaydel]

[Account number: 10629]

The manager’s eyes skimmed through the screen as he gasped at Sahan in disbelief. Utter shock kept him frozen and speechless for a moment but he was quick to put on a professional smile. After all, he could not afford to lose his job over such an issue. Especially when a bigshot was involved in the whole damn mess. The manager looked at Sahan and gulped immediately, wiped off his cold sweat beads. 

"Mr Zaydel, forgive me for my insolence. I didn't recognize you earlier. I'm Mason, the customer manager for this branch. Please, allow me to assist you in verification ahead." His attitude had a change of 180 degree immediately upon realising who Sahan was. If an elite man like him walked out of his bank then it would really hurt his reputation. No matter what had happened, now he had to save his face.

"It's alright. No need for such formalities.” Sahan waved casually. "Can I know the amount I have in my account?" He did not have much time before the news would spread that the mysterious Zaydel heir was returning. Before that Sahan had to clear the trail of his mediocre life, including those debts he had. His acceptance back into the family meant that the reputation was also his responsibility. 

"Certainly, sir!" Mason nodded quickly and shifted the screen towards himself. "Please, sir. Have a seat. It would require a few minutes." The manager informed and Sahan cast a glare at him before taking a seat in front of him. Now that he had all the power and influence, his mind ran towards his ex-girlfriend and her lover Danny. A grin appeared on his lips upon thinking what Jenny would think upon realising the truth.

"It's done, Mr Zaydel." Mason cheered suddenly and Sahan shot up to take a look. He clicked the enter button and the account details appeared in front of him. The manager pointed to the screen and read the details to him. "Mr Zaydel, your account balance is currently hundred billion dollars." Mason announced while stuttering upon seeing such a big sum.luckily he did not need to count the number of zeros. At least.

The young man in front of him, Sahan Zaydel had an enormous fortune to his name. It placed him in the top 1% of the elites who were practically ruling the whole world. Having their hands spread in every existing business, technically Sahan owned a particular percentage share in every company. Only if Jenny knew that he was a lot more rich than her new meagre boyfriend Danny.

A lot of people wouldn't be able to dream of such money at that age. However, Sahan was not an ordinary young guy; instead he was the sole heir to the Zaydel consortium. He definitely was not someone with whom one would dare to mess in their sane minds. “Lovely! Now, can I have my card?” Sahan gestured to Mason, who needed immediately. “And put the family name over it in gold.” 

Sahan did not wish for anyone to spot him as the mysterious heir yet. Not until his father would publicly announce him, and that was the issue he was still contemplating. Both father-son duo had different ways of seeing things and Sahan’s vision did not allow him to come public yet. The manager came up with the VIP black card immediately and just like Sahan ordered the name was in literal gold letters.  

“Let me walk you to the door, sir.” Mason spoke to him with a requesting tone. Whereas, Sahan did not want any protocol or attention yet. That was why he refused curtly. “No, I know the exit and have two healthy legs.” Sahan’s mock made the manager guilty and he lowered his head in shame. Whereas, Sahan smirked as he was satisfied with the reaction. Nobody was allowed to mess with him anymore. Nobody! 

Sahan walked out of the VIP office and saw the junior manager, Clara. She was already quarrelling with the guard on the door for letting Sahan slide. When he walked out of the office confidently and Clara’s eyes fell over him. “Ugh! This nosy woman!” Sahan groaned upon seeing Clara walking towards him. He knew what was coming and did not want to cater the drama.

"Hey, you!" She yelled from a distance while attracting attention to herself again as she moved closer to Sahan. "You can't leave like that, you brat! You broke into the VIP room and think you can get away without consequences?" She confronted him and gestured to the guards, the two security guards walked closer. Clara had told them to drive Sahan out of  the building when they could not find him in the main hall.

“Consequences? Hah! For what, miss?” Sahan bluntly mocked her, which made Clara mad. “I insist you to leave me alone.” He shook his head and took a step forward when the guards stopped Sahan on the spot. “What is the meaning of this behaviour? I said leave me alone!” He shouted this time when Clara barked at his audacity. She could not fathom how a thief like him could have such a courage. 

"Sure! Once we confirm that you stole nothing, we will have the police arrest you for questioning! Because I still suspect you, especially when you are holding a black VIP card in your hand.” Clara was not in a mood to budge while Sahan did not want to get involved into any kind of drama. Because if his issue got any kind of coverage it would affect his family’s reputation. The matters with his ex-girlfriend and his previous life of 2 years could be eradicated easily.

"What are you doing?" Sahan questioned and shouted with anger written all over him. “Get off me!” He pushed the guard who grabbed him by the arm. The two security guards joined Clara, when she snatched the card from him. The woman examined the card carefully and was shocked at the courage. Clara looked at Sahan and ogled him from head to toe, all she could see was the rage and hot blood of a young man in his early twenties. 

"My goodness! How dare you!?" Her eyes seemed stunned as if she had seen a ghost right there. Clara waved the card at Sahan. "You stole a VIP black card! That too from THE Zaydel family!? Are you lost in your head or what, kid? Do you even realise you almost got us all killed? That's it! I am calling the police!" Clara seemed to be panicking upon seeing the family name over the card. 

“Clara!” This time Mason, the senior manager appeared on the scene. The whole loud commotion had forced him to come there. “What are you even doing? Are you out of your mind?” Mason yelled at her and gestured to the guards to release Sahan. He approached them and bowed to apologise, snatching the black card from Clara. “Do NOT act reckless like this again!” The manager scolded Clara, who was flabbergasted. 

“But, sir?” She tried to resist and explain herself but Mason interrupted her at once. He glared at the guards who stepped back and left the hall. “The card belongs to Mr Zaydel. Hand it back to him, Clara.” The woman was speechless upon the realisation and the behaviour of her boss appeared to be baseless. “And apologise!” Mason emphasised his words to save the reputation of the bank. 

“It is okay, Mr Mason.” Yes, it was time for Sahan to play his part. He had had enough of all the people who treated others on the basis of appearances. That was one of the traits he despised about the elite class, but sometimes it was necessary to treat a few the same way. Sahan snatched the card from Clara and shifted his attention towards the manager. “Transfer 10k bucks in her account. It seems Miss is having a hard time which has made her tongue bitter.” 

“Pardon me, sir?” Mason almost choked on his words. What kind of punishment was that? He had no clue and blankly nodded to comply with his request. Whereas, Sahan ogled Clara from head to toe, smirked and left the bank.