“Is this the urgent work you had to attend to?” Vincent asked, his tone laced with anger.
Ariana’s knees buckled and her legs trembled. She swallowed nervously as she watched him look at her like she had committed the crime of the century.
Her throat suddenly dried up. She tried to form a word, to say something in her defense but, nothing came out. She could only stare, guilt eating her up once again.
Whispered traveled across the room, the workers and some customers recognizing him. They all looked shocked to see a man like Vincent standing in their building. People like him rarely set foot in a bank. Within seconds, some had run upstairs to call their manager, while others had secretly taken out their phones to make a video.
Vincent, however, paid them no mind. He ignored every gre
