Marco tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep a wink. His mind was racing with thoughts of the conversation he had had with his father the last night. Could it be true? Was he a millionaire? Marco knew he wouldn't be able to rest until he had answers, so he decided to get up early and go to the bank.
As he made his way to the bank, Marco's nerves were on edge. He wasn't sure what to expect, and he was half-afraid that this was all some kind of elaborate joke. But as he entered the bank, he was determined to find out the truth.
To Marco's disappointment, the staff at the bank seemed to ignore him as he entered the bank. He stood there for a few minutes, feeling invisible and helpless before he mustered up the courage to speak.
As he approached the counter, Marco could feel the eyes of the staff upon him. He knew that he wasn't dressed like a typical millionaire, his clothes were shabby and worn, a far cry from the designer suits and designer shoes that many wealthy people wore. But Marco didn't care. He just wanted to know the truth.
"Excuse me," Marco said tentatively, approaching one of the tellers. "Could you please check how much money is in my account?"The teller looked at him with a bored expression, as if this was a request she heard a hundred times a day. But she obliged, typing away on her computer and consulting with a colleague before turning back to Marco with a professional smile before turning to talk to her colleague again.
"I am waiting," he said to the teller.
The teller gave him an impatient look annoyed at having to deal with what she thought was just another poor guy looking to make ends meet. But when she checked Marco's account, her eyes widened in shock and she stammered as she spoke."What's wrong?" Marco asked her when she didn't say anything."A-according to our records, sir," the teller stuttered, "you have a balance of one hundred million dollars."
Marco's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His father had been telling the truth - he was a millionaire.
The teller, realizing her mistake, stood up and was suddenly very respectful to Marco. She apologized for her earlier behavior and assured him that she was at his service for anything he needed.
Marco was overwhelmed by the sudden shift in treatment. He had gone from being ignored and dismissed to being treated with the utmost respect and deference. It was a strange feeling and one that Marco wasn't sure he was ready for.
It took a minute for her words to sink in.Marco stared at the teller in shock, unable to believe what he was hearing. "One hundred million dollars?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief.The teller nodded, a look of embarrassment on her face. "Yes, sir," she said. "According to our records, that is your current balance."
Marco's mind was racing. He had always known the truth when he spoke to his father but he needed to confirm it for himself, but he had never expected to be a millionaire on his own. The thought was both thrilling and overwhelming.
"I-I don't know what to say," Marco stuttered.
"Well, sir," the teller said, a note of deference in her voice. "As the client with the largest balance in our bank, you are our most important customer. I'm going to have to ask our manager to come and serve you personally."
Marco nodded, still in a state of shock. He watched as the teller hurried away, disappearing through a door marked 'Private'. A few minutes later, she returned with a middle-aged man in a suit.
"Mr. Marco, I'm the manager of this branch," the man said, extending his hand. "I'm here to assist you with anything you need."
Marco shook the man's hand, still feeling dazed. "Thank you," he managed to say. "I'm not sure what I need right now. I just found out about my balance."
"Well, sir," the manager said, a warm smile on his face. "We have a wide range of services available to our high net worth clients. Investments, financial planning, private banking, you name it, we've got it. And as our most important client, you'll have access to all of it."
Marco listened, trying to take it all in. He knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he was determined to make the most of it. He was ready to embrace his new life as a millionaire and to prove to his father and the world that he was worthy of the family's legacy.
Marco was discussing his financial options with the manager when he heard a voice that made his blood run cold.
"Well, well, if it isn't Marco," the voice sneered. "I see you've finally hit the jackpot."
Marco turned to see Dahlia, walking towards him with a tall, strong man by her side. She was dressed in a dress her hair and makeup perfectly styled, a smug smile on her face.
"Hello, Dahlia," Marco said, trying to keep his voice steady. "What are you doing here?"
"None of your business." Dahlia said, a hint of mockery in her voice. "what are you doing here? Do you have any other money you haven't given me yet?"
They burst into laughter.Marco's face burned with embarrassment and anger. He couldn't believe that Dahlia and this man were mocking him like this, in front of the bank manager no less. He knew that he couldn't let them see how much they had gotten to him, so he forced a smile and tried to play it off.
"I'm sorry, I don't think we've met," Marco said, extending his hand to the man. "I'm Marco."
The man ignored Marco's hand, sneering down at him. "I know who you are," he said. "You're the poor little boy who's in over his head."
Marco's face fell as the man's words hit him like a punch to the gut. He knew that he had a lot to learn about managing his wealth and being responsible for it, but he hoped that people would see him as more than just a naive kid with a lot of money. He had hoped to be respected, not mocked and belittled.
"I don't know what Dahlia told you about me but you got it all wrong," Marco said with a shrug.
The tall, strong man chuckled, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Marco. "Is this the guy who used to wash dirty clothes for the basketball team to make a living?" he asked, a sneer in his voice."Mr. Marco," the bank manager called out.Marco turned to see the manager stepping out from the counter."your balance is 100 million dollars, sir," he said as he bowed slightly.Marco opened his mouth to say something when the sound of laughter stopped him, he looked behind him and a frown marred his face as he saw Dahlia and the man she came with laughing.They couldn't contain their laughter as they remembered just the day before when Marco was just a struggling student with only 100 dollars to his name."You must be joking," Dahlia exclaimed through her laughter. She turned to Marco with a look of disdain on her face."Yesterday, you were just a loser who made a living by washing dirty clothes at the university."Marco shrugged but said nothing. He didn't deem them fit to offer any explanation.The manager went back to his office muttering something along the lines of, "I need to check something." leaving Marco to his tormentors.As Dahlia and her companion approached the counter,
Marco felt a sense of confusion and fear wash over him as the manager led him into his office. He couldn't understand what could be wrong with his account, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.Once inside the office, the manager turned to Marco and said, "I need to verify your identity, Mr. Marco. This account belongs to the McKellen family."Marco's confusion turned to shock as he realized what the manager was saying. He had never mentioned his family to anyone at the bank, and he couldn't understand how they knew about them. "Please have a seat while I get things ready," the manager said.Marco made himself comfortable in one of the chairs, he stared at the manager's face trying to see if this was some kind of ploy.The manager took one look at Marco's face and tried to pacify him. "you can understand that I am doing this for security reasons."Marco nodded."I can assure you that I am who I say I am," Marco said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I've neve
As Marco stepped out of the manager's office, he felt nothing but relief. As he scanned the bank lobby, he noticed that Dahlia, and her supposed boyfriend, were nowhere to be found. The only people left were the bank staff, who were busily going about their work.As he approached the teller's counter, he could feel eyes on him. He heard a snicker from one of the staff members, and his stomach dropped. He knew what was coming. The teller, a young woman with a smirk on her face, leaned forward to her colleague and said in a mocking tone, "So, pretending to be rich now?"Marco's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. To have someone belittle him like this was insulting. He was about to respond when the bank manager stepped out of his office. The manager's expression was one of fury, as he glared at the staff member who had spoken. "How dare you speak to one of our most honorable clients in such a manner," he boomed. " He deserves your respect, not your ridicule."Her face went pa
"you are kidding, right?" Marco muttered. The saleswoman's expression changed from one of indifference to one of annoyance. "Excuse me?" she turned to him fully.Her lips formed a sneer and it took all his willpower for him not to flinch from her aggressiveness.She seemed to be on the brink of arguing with him, but before he could say anything, a young girl rushed over to them."I'm so sorry, sir," the girl said, her voice filled with apology. "According to the rules of this shop, every client should have a salesgirl to serve them. I don't know why no one has served you yet, but I'll be happy to assist you.""Really?" he asked with a raised brow.the girl blushed."yes sir.""thank you," Marco said to the young girl.He glared at the saleswoman with contempt in his eyes, the words he desperately wanted to say were stuck in his throat but he kept mute.He didn't want to give the woman another reason to hate him and he didn't want to disappoint his mother either. She raised him well.
The salesgirl looked at him with surprise and admiration, "Sure, let me ring those up for you."As he waited for the salesgirl to ring up the bags Marco grinned with satisfaction.He almost burst into laughter at the look on her face but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.He knew that the three people who had laughed and mocked him were watching and he wanted to show them that they were wrong. He felt the back of his head tingle from the weight of their stares but he paid them no mind."Sir, are you sure you want to buy all of these bags?" the salesgirl asked, trying to mask her skepticism.Marco smiled at her, "Yes, I am sure."They were all shocked as they stared at him, Marco knew they wouldn't take him seriously like this.As Marco walked up to the cashier again, the saleswoman couldn't help but let out a scoff. She couldn't believe that this man, who she had previously dismissed as a "loser," was going to make a purchase."Are you sure you can afford all of these?" she a
Marco breathed in the cool air as he stepped out of the mall. his shoulders were raised a bit high. He walked with a confidence that he found hard to get before. A scoff left his lips as he stared down at the bags in his hands, he bought all of this just to prove a point.Pathetic. He stood to the side as the cars passed him, his head swimming with happiness, the smile on his face kept growing bigger as he remembered the money in his account. All this shopping and it didn't leave a dent in it. Marco hailed a cab and when one stopped, he entered and sank into the seat as a sigh escaped his lips, his mind still reeling from the encounter at the store. He couldn't believe how rude those people had been to him. It had made his blood boil, and he had been determined to do something about it. He had made that girl smile and that's all that matters. He was proud of himself for standing up to them, but as the cab made its way through the city, his thoughts turned to Dahlia. He couldn'
Marco woke up to the sound of his phone blowing up, he rubbed a hand over his face and sighed as he stretched himself. It was still early in the morning, and he had stayed up late the night before studying the market. "what the hell?" he whispered as he picked up his phone. it was almost at the edge of his locker waiting to fall off. "Who is blowing up my phone?" Marco asked. He checked his phone, there was a link in his inbox. he ignored the other messages from his classmates and clicked on the link. The link led him to a video that was posted on a site.Marco's eyes widened as he saw the video, he was shocked to see a video of himself being humiliated circulating on the public school site. The comments under it weren't nice at all, nobody could see that he was being bullied and joined to mock him. Marco drew in a sharp breath and felt his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He watched the video in horror, as his classmates laughed and made fun o
Marco sat down with his food in the cafeteria, for once he was glad he was sitting alone and he had no friends. The whole place was noisy and he could hear his thoughts for a second, he wondered if others could hear them too. The salad on his plate looked so dissatisfying and it made Marco tired a bit. He bent his head to mind his business and eat his food. Try to eat his food, but nobody should be eating this shit. it tasted awful and it made Marco want to puke.But for once, he appreciated the silence and peace that came with eating alone. Everybody was avoiding him"Well, well, well. look who it is." A voice drawled out. "it's the birthday boy." a clap followed suit. He felt eyes on him as everybody in the cafeteria turned to look at him. Marco struggled not to look down, the attention on him made him want to run and hide in the nearest corner.Marco paid no attention to the person or the people and just continued pushing the food on his plate around. "I am talking to you." Ma