During midday on a weekday, there were quite a few people conducting business at the Chase Private Client branch in Midtown.
In the brightly lit lobby, security guards stood watch. Uniformed staff moved back and forth, greeting customers who came in to conduct business. Rows of self-service machines for various transactions stood against the wall. The digital queue display would occasionally chime.
"Hello sir, what service do you need?"
Liam Thorne took out his ID card at the front desk in the lobby, handed it to the uniformed girl wearing a dark blue sleeveless blazer, and explained his purpose.
The uniformed girl saw that there were quite a few people waiting at the teller area, swiped his ID card on the tablet, and said, "Sir, you can handle your business in the Private Client loung
