"This is a stunt."
Arthur Vance whispered the denial to the polished wood floor. The Regional Director stared at the mountain of physical currency burying his expensive leather shoes.
He could not process the visual data. The human brain rejects impossible realities. He refused to believe an independent label liquidated a federal bank overnight.
"These are forged," Arthur screamed at the silent stadium.
He dropped to his knees. His tailored suit pants hit the stage with a heavy thud.
He scooped up a handful of the hundred dollar bills. He held the green paper close to his face. His manicured fingers shook with violent force.
He looked for the security threads. He searched for the federal watermarks. He prayed to find a printing error to justify his denial.
The paper was pristine. Th
