"Who the hell are you supposed to be? You've got some nerve putting on airs in front of Bank President Swanson!"
Before Swanson could speak, a young man standing behind him snapped the words out. The contempt in his voice made it clear he was used to throwing his weight around.
"When it comes to putting on airs," Cliff shot back, a glint of amusement in his eyes, "I'll admit I can't compete with Bank President Swanson."
The young man puffed up, thinking his threat had landed, and ran with the opening. "Damn right you can't. Bank President Swanson's ability to put on airs is second to none in all of River City..."
The words died in the air. A beat too late, he realized he'd walked straight into the trap.
He'd just called his own boss the biggest fraud in the city.
Swanson's expression
