Top Notch War God

Chapter 60

"So, that means without an appointment number, you can't see the bank president?" Talon pulled out his phone, getting ready to call Kieran.

Just as Itzel was about to speak, a voice interrupted. "Hey, it's almost closing time. What's going on here?" A middle-aged man walked into the bank lobby, holding a leather bag under his arm, grinning as he spoke.

Itzel quickly ran over, grabbed his arm, and instinctively leaned her chest against him. "Mr. Gifford, what brings you here? Are you here for business or looking for our bank president? If you're looking for me, you'll have to wait ten more minutes; I get off in ten minutes."

Itzel wore a bright smile, her charm undeniable.

Mr. Gifford nudged her chest with his elbow and leered. "You little vixen, didn't we just see each other a week ago? Anyway, you can change and wait for me at the door; my car is parked outside. I'm just going to have a quick chat with Mr. Leake, and then I'll be off. Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of tonight, haha!"

Itzel had already submitted to Mr. Gifford for her performance metrics, playfully shoving him away while pouting. "You're so bad! There are too many people here; don't make a scene. Once we get to the hotel, you know I won't have a choice. Just hurry and see the president, or he'll be leaving soon!"

"Who's this guy?" Mr. Gifford asked as he passed by Talon.

Itzel glanced over at Talon with disdain, saying, "Don't mind him; he's just an ignorant, broke loser. First, he wanted to withdraw money, then he changed his mind. Now he thinks he can see our bank president without an appointment. Isn't that just unreasonable?"

"Actually, it's understandable. People from the lower classes want to see the president too; it's normal. They can't just stroll into the president's office like us. It's probably a long way for him to reach that level!" Mr. Gifford said smugly.

"Of course, a loser like him can't compare to you, Mr. Gifford," Itzel said as she led him to the office door. She knocked and called out, "Mr. Leake, Mr. Gifford is here. He says he has something to discuss with you, so I brought him in."

Carlo was in his fifties, with very little hair on his head, just a ring of it circling around. The office smelled nice, indicating he was waiting for an important guest.

"Mr. Leake, did you know I was coming and wait here for me?" Mr. Gifford entered with a smile.

But Carlo countered, "Hold on, Mr. Gifford. I'm waiting for an important guest today and really don't have time to chat. You can head back; I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow as an apology."

Mr. Gifford was taken aback, then plopped down into a chair, giving Carlo a sidelong glance. "Oh? Who could be more important than me? I'm your biggest savings customer! Should I join you to meet this person?"

Carlo frowned, and his gaze turned icy as he looked at Mr. Gifford.

"Mr. Gifford, I've already told you I can't entertain you today!" Carlo said, holding back his anger. The Gordon family, the largest shareholders of Philadelphia Bank, were literally Kieran's bosses.

When the boss personally calls, instructing him to host someone, how could that person be of a lower status? Plus, it was clear from Kieran's tone that he respected the gentleman with the surname Storm greatly.

Mr. Gifford didn't like what he heard, stood up, and said, "Mr. Leake, what kind of attitude is this? I'm your biggest savings customer, with billions in turnover every year. If that's how it is, I'll withdraw all my money!"

'Damn, how dare you threaten me? Do you think Philadelphia Bank would collapse without your Gifford family?' Carlo's eyes turned cold, and he replied without hesitation, "Fine. Large withdrawals need to be scheduled in advance so we can prepare the money for you."

He added, "Even if you say you have an appointment today, come to the bank tomorrow morning with your mortgage contract, and I guarantee you'll get all your funds within a day. From tomorrow, we'll blacklist your Gifford family and cease any financial dealings with you. If you heard me clearly, please leave!"

Mr. Gifford couldn't believe Philadelphia Bank would cut ties with them. Paying off the loan early would incur additional tens of millions or even hundreds of millions in interest.

He softened his tone, saying, "Mr. Leake, I know you might be having a bad day today. I'll come back tomorrow. If that's your attitude, I'll withdraw all my money, and then you'll have a tough time explaining things to your boss!"

"Notify all branches to gather the money first thing tomorrow morning for the Gifford family's withdrawal," Carlo said, ignoring Mr. Gifford and addressing Itzel.

"Okay, Mr. Leake, you're something else!" Mr. Gifford said angrily as he stormed out.

But Itzel didn't follow him out; Mr. Gifford's deposits were part of her performance metrics. She had put herself on the line for her results, so how could she let such a big fish slip away?

"President, shouldn't you think this over? The Gifford family in Philadelphia has nearly a billion in deposits with us. If we just let this go, the loss would be too big. You see, we…" Itzel said, noticing the president's displeasure, trying to test the waters.

Carlo slammed his cup down on the table, his anger boiling over.

He shouted, "Shut up, Itzel! Don't think I don't know you and Mr. Gifford have been cozy for a while. For your measly performance, you keep buttering him up and bending the rules. Do you think I'm blind? You need to notify the branch immediately to ensure the funds are ready tomorrow. If anything goes wrong, you can forget about working here!"

"President, don't be angry; I'll do it right away," Itzel said, retreating like a defeated rooster.

"Is this the president's office?" Just as she stepped outside, Talon's voice came from beside her.

Itzel had just been reprimanded by the president and was fuming. Seeing Talon, her anger flared. "How can you act like this? This is a crucial area for the bank! How did you even get in here? Get out right now; our president is off duty! If you insist on barging in, I'll call security to have you arrested!"

Itzel was livid, but Talon just smiled and said, "You've got quite the temper. Didn't anyone tell you that women shouldn't get angry? It ages you. Go tell your president my last name is Storm."

Itzel didn't care to listen, raising her hand to slap him. "I don't care what your name is! You make me so mad! Whether you're the king or whoever, you can't get through that door today!"

Inside, Carlo heard Talon introduce himself as Storm and hurriedly stood up, rushing to the door. But he was too late; the lobby manager's slap had already fallen.