Vince Hutchinson: Rise To Wealth

At HSC Bank

CHAPTER SIX

Then a call came in, interrupting his joyous and ecstatic mood. 

After giving the unknown number some thought, he chose to answer the call. 

"Good day Mr. Vince Hutchinson, Gilbert Olmo, Manager of HSC Bank, is speaking." He said, while Vince rolled his eyes into their sockets and displaying a menacing grin. 

He was fully aware of their call's purpose. 

"We are pleased to inform you that $1 billion has been transferred into your account," He said.

"We appreciate that you chose the HSC Bank as your top option. You are among the extremely essential persons we have here, so we…"

Vince became irritated as he realized how monotonous his brief conversations were growing, then he cut him off. 

"Gilbert, why are you calling me?" His voice was uninterested as he inquired. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hutchinson, but we need you in our office."

Curtly, he asked, "For what?" 

"It's a questioning all about your account, and mostly, the transaction"  

"Fine…I'll be in your office in a few minutes." After saying that, the call fizzled.

[Are you now content? No longer in doubt?]

He became amused when he heard the system muttered in his head. "System, you really made my day. Thank you!" 

He flagged a taxi with his hand, and got into it. "HSC Bank!" He muttered.  

The cab driver pronounced his fare as "$27" while Vince grinned and replied. "I have your cash on hand! Put the gas on!" 

 The cab driver gave a slow head nod before accelerating and joining other vehicles on the road. 

After some time, Vince quickly exited the taxi not forgetting to tip the driver. As he gazed at the bank's name, which was plainly emblazoned in capital letters, he said in a low tone. 

HUTCHINSON STANDARD CHARTERED BANK! 

Vince had enjoyed his 18 years of youthful life in riches and endured a difficult past in the last five years. His father was one of the WEALTHY people in Manchester. 

As the first son of the Hutchinson's family, Vince was truly bonafide to be the Heir. Everyone in the family has already tagged him as the hair and he was so proud of it. 

His father traveled to Estonia for business. That, unknowingly, marks the start of his suffering.  He fled his house after enduring tremendous torment for six months with the intention of not returning home until his father returned from his trip. 

He was shocked when his father never showed up for couple of years. According to some recent report,  Mr. Hutchinson was killed by an unidentified gunman last year. 

He was devastated by the news, and all of his dreams crumbled under its weight.  His inheritance was stolen from him, leaving him penniless as a result. 

As he thought back on everything he had through at the hands of his family, particularly his stepmother Lady Julie, hot tears began to flow from his eyes. 

"All of these will soon be mine." He perceived and sensed people staring mockingly and pitilessly at him. 

Why were they staring at him so intently, he wondered. "Oh my god! I completely forgot." As soon as he realized the cause of the strange glare, he cursed. 

He gave them a hesitant smile before sprinting inside. In the bank, there were at least three to four lines of people waiting in line. 

"In the last five years, nothing has changed." His eyes landed on the furniture, equipment, painting designs, and anything else that needed to be fixed. 

He moved in the direction of the desk where the bankers were diligently working. 

"Good Afternoon!" Over the counter, he greeted the bankers. 

"Please return to the line!" At the counter, a woman said.

 "I'm not..."  The woman yelled, breaking him off. "Mr., join the line up." 

"Ok!" Vince sighed. He doesn't want to make a scene or anything else that might draw attention from the public. He merely followed orders and got in line.  

It was his turn after some time. "Pick up the form and specify the loan amount you desire." The same lady spoke to him harshly.  

He growled angrily, "I'm not here for a loan," as the so-called lady didn't treat him with some respect.

"If not for a loan, why are you here?" She gave him a lethal look. 

"I want to see the Manager," He replied then the woman started laughing. "Manager? You two? You must be a fool." She muttered while gazing at him with a tiny bit of scorn, rage, and contempt.

She would have permitted him to see the manager if he had been wealthy. As they had looked down on the common people and the destitute, he cannot see him since he is not. 

He kept his composure and mumbled. "I need to meet with your manager, Gilbert Olmo," He said. 

The Lady's face rose in anger. "What did you say just now? You even address the man by his given name. Do you know him?" She growled and spat. 

While amusingly staring at her, Vince remained silent. He was unable to determine the cause of her rage.

"What gall?" 

"You know what? Get out from here"  

"But…!!"  He attempted to object, but the woman's enraged stare forced him to remain silent. 

"Leave now!" She brushed him off. 

He observed as the woman attended to a different client before moving on to another banker who also made fun of him. 

He groaned, feeling useless and even swearing. Nobody showed him any respect. He is regarded by them all as an abhorrent bit of crap. He is from the slum and doesn't deserve anything worthy in this life, was all they could think.

He noticed a man calling for him to come when he looked up. He moved quickly toward him, but as he was about to reach his side,  he unexpectedly ran into someone.

"Shit!"  The person's entire stack of papers flew into the air. 

He didn't even look up at the person before bending down to grab the documents. 

Then, a female voice could be heard." You stupid fellow, watch where you're going." She erupted in rage.