“I have to go draw my money, I need your car to load it in,” James says.
“You should have done this daily,” Dale shakes his head, “come my car is actually parked on your parking bay at your apartment.”
“Are you ok with driving around with a few million dollars?” James asks.
“You won’t be able to draw it from one atm. We will have to be doing ATM hopping,” Dale laughs as they walk into the apartment block, to the lift.
Dale presses the button to go to the parking lot, “at least it is registered as a legitimate job and you won’t have to explain to your bank why you need to bank millions of dollars.”
“Why have they never made it so that we can just transfer the money from the account to another bank account,” James asks, getting into Dale’s car.
“You can, I will show you,” Dale says.
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