The Belittled Delivery Guy

Grand Prime Bank

Matthias walked out of the Allison Event Center, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Paula and Rafael hadn’t succeeded in humiliating him this time.

Jude Campbell’s event was over, and Matthias had asked his grandmother to head home alone.

He needed to withdraw some money from the bank to purchase a new phone and other essentials.

He hailed a cab and headed to Grand Prime Bank, the largest and most prestigious bank in town, catering exclusively to huge businesses and billionaires.

"I'll stop here, sir," Matthias said to the cab driver, who was shocked.

"Young man, are you aware where this place is? This is the headquarters of the Grand Prime Bank," the cab driver said in shock, clearly wondering what a common man like Matthias was doing there.

"Yes, sir, I’m very aware of that," Matthias said as he stepped out of the car.

"How much is the fare?" he asked, and the man replied, "$50." Matthias gave him a hundred and didn’t wait to collect his change.

The man was shocked but thankful and shouted, "God bless!"

Reaching the grand gates, Matthias took a moment to appreciate the intimidating structure of the Grand Prime Bank.

He glanced down at the black card he held in his hand.

He smiled, thinking about how far he had come from being just a random delivery guy to owning several black cards.

"Grandma said this card has the lowest account balance out of all the 35 business accounts she handed to me," Matthias murmured.

"I wonder how much is in it. Well, since I can't check the balance on my phone, I'll have to go into the bank first," he concluded.

Crossing the entrance, Matthias headed toward the main block where he could make a withdrawal request.

Walking out of the elevator, he found only one door on that top floor.

With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and saw a young woman, seemingly in her mid-twenties, sitting behind a desk.

"Hello!" Matthias said, waving with a casual smile, realizing he was finally in the designated area for withdrawals and balance inquiries.

She looked up, clearly shocked to see someone barging into her office. Raising her head, Matthias noticed she looked really pretty.

She had a really fair skin, a pointed nose and blue eyes that looked charming.

"Good morning," Matthias said, but the smile on his face faded as the young lady frowned at him.

Ignoring his greeting, she asked sternly, "What are you doing here, and who are you?" Her expression was one of irritation.

Before Matthias could say a word, she interrupted, "Do you realize this is a very secluded area of the bank? No cleaners or janitors are allowed in here except those with the bank's official worker's tag."

Matthias was taken aback by her assumption that he was a janitor.

He glanced down at his shirt and noticed the stain from the orange juice Paula had poured on him earlier.

Despite his efforts to clean and dry it in the reserved area shown to him by Jude Campbell, the stain remained faintly.

Realizing the lady mistook the stain for dirt and had tagged him a cleaner, Matthias smiled.

"Oh no, there's a mistake here," Matthias said, smiling sheepishly. "I’m not a cleaner. Don't mind the stain; it's just from some orange juice."

The young woman remained stern. "Look at yourself," she said. "I'm not talking about the stain. You look like a cleaner with those kind of cheap clothes and shoes. People like you are not allowed here."

"You know, I’ve had a lot of poor janitors like you trying to approach me because they couldn’t resist my beauty, but guess what? They all lost their jobs after I reported them to the manager," she said.

Matthias raised his eyebrows in surprise. Before he could respond, she dismissed him.

"Get out of this area. Cleaners without tags are not allowed on the top floor. Go back to cleaning job now, or I'll report you to the manager and get you fired."

Matthias took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"I assure you, I’m not here to clean. I’m not even a janitor. I'm here for a different purpose," he said. "And yes, you're beautiful, but I'm not here for that. I’m here for a more important reason."

Saying that, Matthias got her pissed as he hurt her ego.

Just before Matthias could explain his purpose, the lady hit the big red alarm button on the wall behind her.

A loud buzz filled the room, shocking Matthias, who hadn’t been given a chance to speak.

Suddenly, a man with grey hair, dressed in an expensive suit and appearing to be in his 50s, rushed out of an inner chamber, looking confused about the alarm.

He no longer needed to ask the lady why she hit that button.

When his eyes met Matthias, he noticed how he was dressed casually, standing in such a prestigious area of the bank where only significant monetary transactions for powerful billionaires were carried out.

"Where's your janitor tag?" the man demanded, also assuming Matthias was a janitor.

Matthias tried to respond, "I'm not a janitor—"

The man interrupted, "You're in big trouble. You’ll be fired for coming up here without your janitor tag."

"I'm not a janitor, sir. I'm a customer," Matthias insisted.

The man gritted his teeth, clearly thinking Matthias was lying.

Matthias cleared his throat so he could speak louder...

"I'm a business owner here to withdraw money and check my account balance. If there's a problem with your withdrawal system, let me know so I can come back next time," Matthias added.

The man turned to the young lady behind the desk, and they both erupted in laughter. Matthias watched them, wondering why they found this so amusing.

When their laughter subsided, Matthias continued, "I would appreciate it if you could process my transaction now."

The man's expression changed from amused to stern. "Look, kid, we’ve had our laugh. Now, go back to cleaning, and we’ll forget about this mistake that could get you fired," he said as a stern warning to Matthias.

"This area is for business owners with large funds to withdraw. This isn’t a joke or for poor people like you. Leave now," he commanded Matthias.

Matthias stood his ground. "Excuse me, sir, but I am a business owner as well, and that means I have a right to be here as one of your customers. I'm here to withdraw some money. I’m not your employee."

The man asked, "What's your name?"

"Matthias Kane," he replied.

The man huffed, shocked by Matthias' confidence. Rubbing his forehead in disappointment, he spoke, "I know all the names of the billionaires who bank with us. They’re all registered in my head without even looking at the database."

"Your name is nowhere in our database. Kid, why are you bent on embarrassing yourself? Have some self-pity, turn around and walk away before it’s too late for you," the man said, trying to reason with Matthias.

"You're clearly still a student. Why don't you just go back to school or find something meaningful to do rather than trying to get arrested," the man said, irritated by Matthias' confidence.

The lady added, standing up from her desk, "People who bank with us have at least $5,000,000 in their daily spend wallet. Truth be told, everything you have on your body from head to toe isn’t even 1% of that amount."

Matthias jaw tightened at her insult, but he remained calm. How dare she insult his clothes and everything he wore?

"How long is it going to take for you two to believe me and start processing my withdrawal?" Matthias asked. "I really need the money for something urgent now."

The beautiful young lady scoffed. The man had now grown impatient with Matthias' stubborness.

"Bethany, call the police at the nearest unit. This young man will have to explain what he is really doing here," the manager said to the young lady, realizing the risk of having such a random nobody in a place where money was accessible.

"No, please, don’t call the police. I’m not a criminal or a bad person. All I want is to withdraw some money from my account," Matthias said, but Miss Bethany didn’t stop dialing the police line.

The moment the police picked up, Miss Bethany reported, "There’s an intruder on the top floor of the bank. We believe he must have found vulnerabilities and trying to hack into our system."

Matthias' heart pounded at how this lady was always too fast to cause him trouble.