Bank Palave 2

Her yelling attracted quite a number of the customers.

They slowly gathered around the counter, with an interesting look at the drama that's unfolding.

Richard  felt wronged. "Why should I get lost!? I'm part of the customers of this bank, and here you're treating me like this. Is this usually the poor services rendered by this bank?" He retorted,

"Of course not, we don't treat our customers poorly but when they are poor people like you, we make exceptions. Your type deserves poor service and that's it." She defended her words, with a shrug.

"Wow." Richard  only muttered,

"Yes. You have no right to meet the bank representative whatsoever!" She repeated, firmly.

"Look at him. He sure has a big gut."

"Haha, he looks like a poor beggar. How can such a person have business with the bank representatives."

"He should just leave. He's spoiling our eyes with his shabby appearance."

Richard  glanced coldly at those murmuring about him and they immediately kept shut due to his cold gaze.

After that, he turned back to the lady. "You shouldn't always  judge a person based on their appearance, otherwise you might end up having yourself to blame for your misunderstanding." He said loudly, with a displeased look. 

It was obvious he wanted others to hear, but what he doesn't know is that everyone had misunderstood his words.

They all thought he was indirectly affirming the fact that he was wealthy.

Those who had spoken bad about him, suddenly started regretting.

The woman at the counter also began regretting her harsh words, but that doesn't mean she'll show panic in front of him.

What if he was simply fabricating his story?  

Even though Richard 's situation remained unclear, she opted to avoid potential trouble and decided to call a bank representative to assist him.

"Alright, I'll arrange for you to meet one of them," she declared loudly.

Richard  nodded, uncertain whether it was his words that swayed her decision.

The other customers present didn't object to the women's statement. They were apprehensive that Richard  might be an undercover high-profile individual who merely chose to dress poorly.

Just as she was about to call the bank representative, a loud laughter eroded the bank making everyone frown in displeasure. 

Their frown was caused because the laughter was laced with mocking.

"Who are you and how dare you laugh? Are you tired of living!" One of the wealthy fat customers yelled, with a warning gaze.

Before the wealthy customer yelled, he had already inspected the former identity.

He was hesitant to say anything at first, but when he noticed the former appearance was no better than a commoner, he spoke angrily.

Other presents also frowned.

Approaching them, he disregarded the icy hostility emanating from each individual.

He clasped his hands with a low bow. "Pardon me for my impoliteness. I overheard the exchange between you and that man." With these words, he cast a disdainful grin in Richard 's direction.

"And what concern is it of yours? How dare our discussions with him amuse you? You must be attempting to insult us!" Another customer accused, his tone furious.

For everyone in attendance, it seemed as though the person speaking was only rubbing their wounds by recalling how they had been swayed by Richard 's words.

The speaker vigorously shook his head. "You've all fallen for his deception. He's not the person you believe him to be!" he exclaimed, fixing his gaze on Richard .

"What do you mean? How have we been deceived?" inquired one of the customers, wearing a deep frown.

Richard  frowned in return. He identified the man as one of the passengers who had insisted on him paying the driver before his arrival here. 

 

The man paid no heed to the frown on Richard 's face and proceeded to recount his earlier encounter with him.

Expressions across the room underwent a change after hearing the explanation the man had to say. 

"Are you telling me he walked all the way here? How poor could he possibly be?"

"He's turned us into a laughingstock. How dare he lecture us about not looking down on people when he's practically penniless!" Anger and insults were hurled in abundance.

Richard  remained rooted in place, gasping in confusion.

"Have these people misconstrued my words?" He had only spoken those enlightening words to caution them against condemning others, never expecting such a gross misunderstanding.

Even the lady at the counter wore an ugly expression, slamming the phone hard on the counter table and glaring at Richard .

"You...! How shameless can you be? Just because you wanted your way, you decided to deceive us all. You're truly despicable!" She spat out insults vehemently.

Richard 's eyes darkened with rage. He refrained from speaking, yet the audacity of being called 'despicable' by the lady irked him.

"Mind your words. I never encouraged any of you to misconstrue my words, so why are you all hurling insults at me? If blame is to be given, it should be on your lack of understanding, leading to your misguided accusations!" he declared, raising his voice.

"You penniless scoundrel! Your silver tongue won't save you, utter nonsense!"

"You were the one spreading lies, so why should we bear the blame!?"

The lady clenched her teeth, grabbing her phone. "Security, come right now and escort this lowly wreck out of here!"

"What!" Richard  shot her a displeased look.

The lady snorted, disregarding Richard 's expression. It wasn't until she saw two security men that she spoke again.

"Get rid of this nonsense, and before he leaves, ensure he gets a merciless beating!" She hissed, vehemently.

The other person present nodded in agreement with the lady's words.

"Hey, you can't just throw me out!" Richard  shouted, and just as the two security guards were about to forcefully remove him, a commanding voice interrupted. 

"What's going on here?!?"

The voice emanated from a man dressed in corporate attire.

Richard  could sense that this man held a higher status in the bank than the lady at the counter, evident in her fearful expression.

With that realization, he breathed a sigh of relief. He believed this man might be able to assist him in resolving the questions and doubts swirling around him. 

 

The lady at the counter swiftly began recounting the events, ensuring to include details that would tarnish Richard 's reputation even more.

"So, that's the situation?" The man inquired, sounding nonchalant.

"Yes, sir."

So, he's the bank manager?

"Alright, have him escorted out," he mumbled, once again adopting a casual tone.

It was evident that he held little regard for Richard , judging by his appearance, and he requested Richard  be removed without much concern. Richard  shot a frustrated and angry look at the manager.

"Why would you instruct them to escort me out, sir? I have a valid reason for being here, and you're not even giving me the opportunity to explain."

"I don't believe your reasons are relevant; just leave," the manager stated, not bothering to glance at him.

"Why dismiss my reasons without consideration? As a manager in this bank, it's your duty to listen. Managers ensure the proper functioning of the bank, but you seem to be driving customers away. What title do you think suits you!?"

"You..." the manager's indifferent expression transformed into one of fury.

"How dare you question me?" he seethed through gritted teeth.

Ignoring the manager's anger, Richard  pressed on. "You should be labeled a customer deterrent! Individuals like you shouldn't hold such positions, as you'll only lead the bank to its downfall!" Richard  shouted emphatically.

"Just be quiet!" the manager yelled. "What authority do you have to judge my post as a manager? I know exactly what I should and shouldn't do, and that's why I chose to escort you out based on your appearance! Can't you see how poorly you're dressed?" As he shouted, he critically assessed Richard 's appearance with his eyes.

Everyone busted out laughing.

"How can he be advising someone when his appearance is nothing worthy of. Haha" 

Richard  endeavored to keep his composure. "Even if my appearance doesn't meet your standards, that shouldn't justify throwing me out, don't you agree?"

The manager found himself momentarily speechless.

Richard 's words that appearance alone shouldn't warrant being kicked out was proving to be valid.

After a brief cough, the manager spoke cautiously, sidestepping Richard 's question. "Explain the purpose of your visit then."

Addressing that question would only lead to embarrassment on his part.

Without hesitation, Richard  responded upon hearing the manager's words. "I'm here solely to verify an alert," he muttered.

"Does someone of your status even receive alerts?" A curious yet mocking tone emerged from one of the customers in the gathering.

Another remarked, "He must be lying. Who would bother sending an alert to someone as poor as him?"

"I'd rather be slapped by a stranger than believe what he just said!" another person muttered loudly.

The customers continued their chatter endlessly. Even the lady at the counter threw disdainful glares at him. Their voices only hushed when the manager spoke.

"How much money was sent for you to come to the bank to check?" the manager asked, seemingly indifferent.

"Something over several billion dollars," Richard  replied, deliberately withholding the precise number as he deemed it unnecessary.

Gasp!