The Rise of Alexander Black (the Errand Boy)!

Chapter 4

Sandra was silently fuming.

That Evelyn.

She'd started to become a thorn in Sandra's flesh after one of the VIP clients she'd been interested in paid Sandra a compliment.

How dare she speak to her like that?

Sandra punished the gum in her mouth for Evelyn's crimes. Staff members two cubicles away could hear her chewing violently.

She didn't notice Alex approaching; she couldn't care less if anyone approached her at that moment, talk less of someone dressed as a clown.

Her bell rang and her eyes flew up. She was practically foaming at the mouth, ready to deal with the lowlife who dared to interrupt her thoughts.

“Who the hell are you and what do you want, clown face!”

Alex knew that things would be worse for him the minute she realized he was the one who'd called and spoken to her earlier.

Sandra was befuddled. This guy wasn't just a clown dress-wise; he must have been clowning upstairs to think anyone would take him seriously.

Before Alex could respond, she reached for the telephone.

“How in goodness' name did you even get into the building? Those guards need to be fired.”

She started dialing.

“Wait! Please listen! I'm the guy who called earlier, Alexander Black. It's urgent; I need to see the president.”

Sandra paused mid-dial.

This guy was really a clown.

She almost burst out laughing.

She couldn't believe he'd come all this way to continue his stupid prank.

He definitely deserved to be treated to a tasty bowl of humiliation.

A mischievous smile grew on her face and she replaced the telephone.

She shook her head slowly.

“It seems you're only interested in thoroughly humiliating yourself today because you just keep getting on my nerves!”

“Miss Sandra, I'm not asking for much; I'm a patron of this bank and I'm within my legal rights to ask for an audience with the president.”

“You know what? I don't need security anymore; I'm going to deal with you myself. You won't forget today in a hurry!”

She snatched out a can from her bag and aimed it at him. Alex's eyes widened as he saw that it was pepper spray.

He quickly moved out of the direct line of the nozzle.

“I'm a VIP client with millions of dollars in my account; are you sure you want to do that?”

Alex had thought fast and decided to change tactics. She didn't need to know how the money got into his account; she only needed to see it and he knew that instantly the way she treated him would change. Her reaction to uncle Tony was ample evidence.

True to his deduction, she paused, looking as though she wasn't going to spray him anymore.

“If you would just take a look at my account profile, you'll see that—”

Sandra cut in with a boisterous laugh, dropping her pepper spray and slapping her table.

“Oh my goodness, you're so right! You're a VIP client and I'm Tony Brummer's wife!” She mocked, continuing her laughter.

Alex gritted his teeth. He should have known better than to believe she would instantly cooperate.

Sandra leaned out and beckoned on her colleagues.

“Did you all hear this guy? He says he's a VIP client with ‘millions of dollars in his account!”

If it hadn't been at his expense, Alex might have been tempted to laugh at her funny impression and the air quotes she did.

Her colleagues didn't disappoint her; they all joined in her laughter.

“That's rich! A millionaire clown.” Someone guffawed.

“Oh, stop it, Nolan! Don't look down on him; after all, look at me, I'm the president of the United States and I'm here working in the bank!” Some other guy interjected, nodding at Alex as though he were his buddy.

Everyone burst out laughing afresh, including Sandra.

Alex sighed and watched them as they exchanged their mocking jokes.

“And look at me, Barbara Gater, wife of the richest man in the world. I told my husband I had to come live among the masses!” The woman closest to Sandra's workspace chimed in.

“And what about me? I own Gushing, LaVern, Chanet, and Valenciago; I'm just working here as a side hustle!”

“Check my account, Sandra; there's definitely $20 trillion in my account. I just love you guys so much that I can't stop coming here to work with you!”

They kept throwing out mocking tales like that and laughing uproariously at him. Alex stood and waited; they would stop eventually and he'll ensure they listened to him and ate their words. And at least it meant Sandra wasn't pointing pepper spray at him anymore.

After a few minutes their mockfest finally ended and the others mumbled to themselves while Sandra faced him again.

She wiped a tear from her eye and gestured at him, still trying to catch her breath from all the laughing.

“You're a really good clown; don't give up your job.” She laughed at him once more. “Oh, you're really lucky you're funny. You know what? you just made me laugh and forget all about that stupid whoring secretary, Evelyn. I'll forgive your annoying behavior and let you go in peace.”

She raised one finger.

“But you have to leave, Right. Now. No more games.”

Barbara leaned forward.

“Wait, hold on, Sandra, don't tell me this is the guy who called earlier demanding to speak with the president.”

“The very same!” Sandra laughed once more, and Barbara and the rest joined her again.

“You really are a clown, man! Such dedication!” Nolan chimed in.

“Come on, don't stop there; do a funny dance for us, why don't you?” the so-called US president added.

Watching them, one would think they did this on a daily basis. Alex felt anger seeping into his bloodstream.

“50149225. Could you please check out that account number?” Alex stated evenly in a deathly calm voice.

He could feel himself about to go into beast mode.

Sandra leaned forward.

“I don't have time to entertain the whims of clowning hooligans. Get the hell out of this establishment.” Sandra whispered in a very annoying and mocking tone, then popped a gum bubble in his face.

Alex gritted his teeth and stood up straight. She would take him seriously whether she wanted to or not.

“If you do not take a look at that account right now and begin to act towards me in the manner that is due to an individual of my status, I will ensure you pay dearly for it.”

His voice echoed in the reception and for a few seconds everywhere was silent.

Sandra looked shocked.

The others began to whisper, their mocking tone gone.

But of course there are people in this world who refuse to repent until the very last second; Sandra huffed, her nose pointing into the air.

“Who exactly are you? If you're really as important as you say you are, I'll G****e you right now and confirm it.” She raised a brow mockingly.

The vein in Alex's head ticked again and he counted down from five.

“Who I am is none of your business; tap on that computer and look at what I'm worth. That's all the lot of you here care about anyway.”

Sandra leaned forward again, a sneer on her face.

“I think I'd rather G****e you. That way when it shows that you're really just a lowlife clown, I can easily get back to surfing through I***a while the guards kick you out.”

Alex couldn't take it anymore. How could someone be so nonchalant and dismissive!

“Lady I said get on your computer and check my account, Right! Now!”

Everyone jumped, completely shocked into submission now, especially Sandra.

“Sandra, maybe please just check his account; if he's really a VIP client, we don't want any trouble.”

Sandra turned to stare daggers at her.

“Oh and where was this sass five minutes ago, you wimp?”

“Sandra, please!” Someone from another part of the hall yelled.

Sandra hissed and turned to her computer, resuming her violent chewing of gum.

Alex knew he'd gotten her now.

“I'm sure he's just some bum who won a lottery of at most a million and now he won't let the rest of the world hear a thing.” She muttered under her breath.

She was sure that all his bragging about having millions in his account, being a VIP client, and having the power to make her pay was nothing; if he was that important, he would look like it. And she was about to prove it.

“What's your bloody account number, please?” She demanded irritatedly.

Alex didn't care about her tone, as long as she was finally attending to him.

“50149225.” He called out slowly.

He watched as she inputted it, eagerly waiting for her shocked reaction.

She didn't disappoint.

“Jesus!”

Sandra saw the figure and immediately jumped up, causing her chair to roll backward. Immediately she fell to the ground in the most embarrassing way possible.