2025-02-01 08:58:54"Let me go!" Jack shouted as he struggled against those men.
However, they were much stronger and managed to lift Jack as if he were a paper doll.
"Get that lunatic out of here!" the secretary said, laughing at the spectacle unfolding at the bank's entrance.
The bank manager heard the commotion from his office and decided to step out to see what was going on.
"What the hell is happening here?" asked the bank manager.
The secretary immediately wiped the smile off her face and returned to being the submissive employee at the manager's service.
"Mr. Dexter..." the secretary said nervously.
"What is this commotion? Where are you taking that man?" Dexter Fornt, the bank manager, asked.
The security guards stopped and exchanged glances before setting Jack down.
"We’re throwing out this poor devil who was trying to enter your office, sir."
"Does he have a briefcase?"
"My name is Jack, and I’ve come to pay my debt to the bank," Jack quickly said, taking advantage of the moment he was allowed to speak.
The manager felt a tickle in his ears when he heard the word "money." That was his favorite part of the job.
"Let him go immediately," he ordered.
The security guards shrugged and, frowning, released Jack despite his disheveled appearance.
"But, sir..." the secretary tried to insist, but she was completely ignored by the bank manager.
"This way, dear client," the manager said, pointing to his office door.
"Thank you very much," Jack replied, straightening his shirt.
The manager turned to the secretary and, with disdain, said:
"I don’t pay you to have opinions. Do something productive instead—bring coffee for me and my client," the manager suggested as he walked into the office with Jack.
Jack immediately noticed the portrait on the manager's desk. It was a photo of a beautiful blonde woman, very attractive.
"Is that your wife?" Jack asked.
"Yes. Her name is Julia, and she’s the love of my life," the manager replied as he searched for Jack’s file on his computer.
Just then, Jack saw the screen flash before his eyes again. The system had returned once more.
**[MILLIONAIRE NUMBER 3 OFFERS $300,000 TO LICK THE PHOTO OF THE WIFE.
ACCEPT REJECT]**
Jack tried to keep his attention focused on the manager, who continued speaking while reviewing his monitor.
"I see you have a significant delay in the repayment of the loan you were granted a couple of years ago," Dexter Fornt said.
"Today, I’ve come to pay back every last cent, including the interest," Jack said as he opened the briefcase to reveal all the cash inside.
The greedy manager’s eyes widened far beyond normal upon seeing so much cash in one place.
"I want you to know we greatly appreciate clients like you," he said, taking the briefcase filled with $60,000 in cash into his hands.
**[MILLIONAIRE NUMBER 3 INCREASES THE OFFER TO $500,000.
ACCEPT REJECT]**
Without warning, Jack suddenly leaned forward, grabbed the small frame with the photo of the manager's beautiful wife, and began licking it from top to bottom.
Dexter Fornt was a bit puzzled by Jack's behavior, and under normal circumstances, he might have been deeply offended. However, with the briefcase full of money in his hands, he decided to let it slide entirely.
[TRANSFERRING FUNDS...]
Jack had just earned half a million dollars simply for licking a photograph. It was absolute madness.
At that moment, the office door opened, and the secretary entered, holding a silver tray with two cups of coffee.
"Mr. Dexter..." she said, handing the coffee cup lovingly into her boss’s hands.
However, she rudely placed Jack’s cup on the table and shot him a contemptuous look.
"Please add Mr. Jack to the list of influential people for our organization. An exemplary client who has the doors open whenever he wishes," the manager ordered with a wide grin.
Jack picked up the coffee cup and tilted it to take a sip.
**[MILLIONAIRE NUMBER 1 OFFERS $500,000 TO SPILL COFFEE ON THE FLOOR.
ACCEPT REJECT]**
Jack smiled cheerfully. That was the best proposal he’d received so far.
He extended his arm and, with a stylish twist of his wrist, poured all the coffee onto the floor.
"This is the worst coffee I’ve ever tasted in my life," Jack said.
The secretary frowned angrily, and her smile vanished instantly.
"Yes, you’re right. It’s terrible coffee," the manager agreed, spilling his own coffee voluntarily as well.
"Could you clean up this mess, darling?" Jack mockingly asked the secretary.
The secretary looked at the manager in disbelief. She couldn’t believe a client was addressing her that way.
"What are you waiting for? Start cleaning!" the manager ordered.
The young woman had no choice but to grab a mop and start cleaning.
"I suppose we’re done for today," Jack said.
"Actually, I want to buy a car," he added.
"A car?"
"I understand that sometimes people hand over their cars as a form of payment," Jack explained.
"We’re talking about very luxurious cars, and therefore, very expensive," Dexter warned.
"The Lamborghini Veneno costs $100,000. I highly doubt someone like you can afford a car like that," the secretary said as she continued cleaning the spilled coffee off the floor.
Jack smiled and looked down. He loved being underestimated.
"Let’s make a bet. If I have enough money in my bank account to pay for the car, you’ll give me your underwear. If I don’t have enough, I’ll clean your boss’s entire office myself," Jack proposed.
"Deal!" the secretary replied immediately.
She was absolutely certain Jack was just a braggart. Someone who looked like him could never have that much money in his bank account.
To her, Jack was just a fool who deserved to be humiliated.
"Alright... Let’s check Mr. Jack’s account," the manager said, pulling up the information on his computer. The secretary leaned in to look at the screen as well.
With just one click, the bank account details were displayed. The secretary’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the balance.
That day, Jack left the bank sitting in a luxurious Lamborghini that gleamed like the sun.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Jack said before starting to drive.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the secretary's underwear. He had won that intimate garment in their bet, so he decided to hang it from the rearview mirror of his brand-new car.
"Perfect!" Jack said, and then he drove off in style.
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