Rise of Jayden Fernando

Chapter 6

He walked in, not minding the weird eyes that wanted to feed on him. He already expected to have another drama unfold. 

He would not blame them. A person dressed in a delivery uniform, or anything of that class had no business with a bank as this.

It was the most famous bank, and only the upper class saved their money in it. The minimum deposit was 5,000 dollars. It was situated in the outskirts of the city. With the number of cars parked outside, and the way the people entered in and out of the bank, dressed in sumptuous clothes, one could easily tell that it was meant for big influencers, and the rich, as a whole.

It was a bank that everyone knew was meant for the upper class. It was Bank d'Finance, owned by a group of French influencers, who had moved in to the country, and planned to become US citizens.

Everyone, as always, wore their expensive dresses. Everyone, except Jayden.

Not like he cared. He just wanted to get things done, and rest. He was already tired of the whole drama. He went to the counter, where the cashier was. 

She already had a scornful look on her face, the moment he walked in.

"Women…" he muttered, and smiled, "hello. I want to withdraw some cash."

Her attitude and that of the receptionist were almost alike. The lady had her hair tied in a ponytail, she ignored him as though he was invisible, or he was not talking to her. 

He tapped on the counter to draw her attention, and she frowned, covering her nose, as though he had an offensive odour.

He arched his brow, and for some reasons, she found her actions weird, so she slowly brought down her hand. 

"What do you want?" She asked.

"Is this how to talk to people? " He muttered so low, that she could not catch a word of what he said.

"Did you say something?" She said, looking weirdly at him.

"I said I want to withdraw money."

"You could use the ATM outside." She said, still examining his appearance.

"The ATM cannot help me, that is why I am here. I want to make some verifications, and withdraw. Can you not waste my time?" he said, calmly.

"The minimum withdrawal from the ATM is 2,000 dollars. If you don't have such an amount of money, you should find somewhere else to withdraw your penny, instead of coming here to make troubles. I don't think you even have up to 200 dollars in your account. Are you sure you use this bank? We only serve rich people here. So please, leave." She sneered.

He wondered why women were like that. Ever since he disguised as a delivery guy, he had met several ladies with this rotten character. They either accommodated him for a while, or treat him like he was alien in human form. He wondered if the people he knew were only pretending to be nice to him.

An officer came in, and asked who owned the scooter outside, as it was in the wrong parking space, and as a result of that, it blocked another cat from occupying the lot. It seemed like a silly question, as everyone knew that the people in the bank came in their cars, so they all laughed.

"You are so funny."

"Are you that bored, that asking silly questions was the only way to kill your boredom?"

Another one added, and soon, the room that was once silent, echoed in laughter.

The cashier, who had been silent the whole time decided to take the spotlight.

"I think I know who owns the scooter," she said, staring at Jayden. 

Everyone knew who she was talking about, as he was the only person that seemed odd. While they were expensive dresses, he wore a delivery uniform.

That made them laugh again.

The manager's office was a few doors away, so he could hear the laughter. He was confused as to what could have caused them to laugh.

He quickly ran through a few documents, and signed them. He closed the door, and walked hastily to the hall, where he had heard the laughter.

Jayden, at that time, kept a straight face. He hoped that the manager would come, and she would be fired. Once he resume his duty as CEO, he planned to be cold to women. He just wanted the day to be over, soon.

The manager arrived in time, and immediately went to the cashier to know the cause of the sudden laughter.

"What is happening here?" He asked, not sparing a glance at the young man that had moved backwards, when he went over to the counter.

"Sir, a delivery guy came to make troubles."

"Huh? How did he get in? Where is he?" He asked in surprise. Never had it happened before, that a person, other than the rich folks, could get in here.

"There he is, sir. Behind you."

He turned back, and was astonished at the fact that the cashier was speaking the truth, and the confidence he had to stand in the midst of men like those present.

"Who are—" 

He was about to interrogate him, but Jayden interrupted him. He had had enough of the drama. He took out his card from his pocket, and showed it to the manager. He got it, and was shocked.

The card that the supposed delivery guy held was for the senior VIPs. He looked at him, and back at the card, again. He wondered where he stole it from.

Jayden seemed to have understood his hidden words, so he took out another card, and gave him to him.

The manager was terrified. That was the bank identification card. It showed his name, his face ID, and company name. 

If there was anything he knew, it was his awareness of Fernando's Intl. using their Bank.

"I'm really sorry, sir."

He said, bowing down his head. 

This act of his, left everyone in shock. 

"What in the world…!"