As Robert and the manager left the commotion behind and headed into the office, the whispers from the crowd echoed through the bank."Did you see that? Robert's being taken to the manager's office like he's some kind of VIP!" one person said."And that guy? Storming off like a spoiled child who didn’t get his way," another person commented."He was so full of himself, but now he’s running off like a baby who lost his toy," a third added.The air was filled with a mixture of amusement and awe, with people clearly seeing Robert in a whole new light.Inside the manager’s office, the atmosphere was much calmer. There was a special ATM machine reserved for high-profile clients. The manager, now all business and respect, assisted Robert with the transaction. Afterward, he thanked Robert with the utmost courtesy, bowing slightly, and said,“Thank you for your continued trust in our services, sir. Please don’t hesitate to contact us if you ever need anything else.”Robert nodded and smiled, h
The crowd murmured louder now, their gazes darting between Robert and the man as the tension in the air mounted.As the chatter in the crowd began to die down, the man raised his voice once again, ensuring all eyes were on him."The last name on this ID card," he said, waving it in the air, "doesn't match the one he claims. So, clearly, he's a fraud!"Robert’s heart skipped a beat. His mind raced as he suddenly realized the mistake he'd made that morning. A knot formed in his stomach as he grasped the gravity of the situation.He had grabbed the wrong ID, his old one from his time at the orphanage. It conflicted with the name his mother had given him when she found him months ago. Though the issue had long since been corrected, no one in the crowd would give him a chance to explain.The air felt thick with judgment as the crowd began whispering again."He’s a fraud? After all that show of power?" one person muttered in disbelief."Unbelievable. So everything he’s been doing here—actin
The crowd murmured louder now, their gazes darting between Robert and the man as the tension in the air mounted.As the chatter in the crowd began to die down, the man raised his voice once again, ensuring all eyes were on him."The last name on this ID card," he said, waving it in the air, "doesn't match the one he claims. So, clearly, he's a fraud!"Robert’s heart skipped a beat. His mind raced as he suddenly realized the mistake he'd made that morning. A knot formed in his stomach as he grasped the gravity of the situation.He had grabbed the wrong ID, his old one from his time at the orphanage. It conflicted with the name his mother had given him when she found him months ago. Though the issue had long since been corrected, no one in the crowd would give him a chance to explain.The air felt thick with judgment as the crowd began whispering again."He’s a fraud? After all that show of power?" one person muttered in disbelief."Unbelievable. So everything he’s been doing here—actin
Robert took a moment to steady himself, feeling the sting of the crowd's increasingly vicious jeers. Their judgment was relentless, and the weight of their scorn pressed down on him. He knew that staying would only worsen the situation, so he decided to leave.Just as he turned to make his exit, something caught his eye through the large windows of the bank. Outside, two tinted Land Cruiser jeeps pulled up—vehicles that exuded wealth and power. The crowd inside the bank noticed the scene unfolding, and their attention shifted slightly.A guard in a sharp suit stepped out of the first car and opened the back door. From within emerged an elderly man, though not too old, perhaps in his late 60s. He wore an impeccably tailored suit that hugged his frame with the elegance of someone accustomed to commanding respect.His hair was neatly combed back, and his posture upright, radiating an aura of authority and control. He had a polished air about him—his wristwatch gleamed gold, and every st
The crowd murmured louder now, their gazes darting between Robert and the man as the tension in the air mounted.As the chatter in the crowd began to die down, the man raised his voice once again, ensuring all eyes were on him."The last name on this ID card," he said, waving it in the air, "doesn't match the one he claims. So, clearly, he's a fraud!"Robert’s heart skipped a beat. His mind raced as he realized the mistake he’d made that morning. A knot formed in his stomach as he grasped the gravity of the situation.He had grabbed the wrong ID—his old one from his days at the orphanage. It conflicted with the name his adoptive family had given him after his sudden rise to success. Though the issue had long been rectified, he knew no one in the crowd would allow him to explain.The air felt thick with judgment as the crowd began whispering again."He's a fraud? After all that show of wealth?" one person muttered in disbelief."Unbelievable. So everything he’s been doing here—acting al
Robert took a moment to steady himself, feeling the sting of the crowd's increasingly vicious jeers. Their judgment was relentless, and the weight of their scorn pressed down on him. He knew that staying would only worsen the situation, so he decided to leave. Just as he turned to make his exit, something caught his eye through the large windows of the bank. Outside, two tinted Land Cruiser jeeps pulled up—vehicles that exuded wealth and power. The crowd inside noticed the scene unfolding, and their attention shifted slightly. A guard in a sharp suit stepped out of the first car and opened the back door. From within emerged a man in his late 60s, wearing an impeccably tailored suit that hugged his frame with the elegance of someone used to commanding respect. His hair was neatly combed back, and his posture was upright, radiating an aura of authority. His wristwatch gleamed gold, and each step he took was deliberate, speaking of his high status. As the cars came to a stop, the ma
But as Robert finished, something unexpected happened.The mention of the name "Robert Grayson" seemed to pierce the director’s composure. His once stoic expression cracked, and for a brief moment, his eyes widened, a flicker of shock crossing his face.His lips parted slightly as if to speak, but no words came. His right hand, which had been resting casually on his cane, gripped it tighter, his knuckles turning white. He shifted on his feet, his posture stiffening unconsciously.His brow furrowed ever so slightly, and he blinked, as though trying to process what he had just heard.He cleared his throat, almost as if to regain control, but his surprise was evident to anyone paying attention. The air in the room thickened, and the crowd sensed that something monumental had just been revealed, though they couldn’t fully grasp its significance.Robert, seeing the man’s reaction, felt a wave of nervousness sweep over him, his heart beginning to race.For a few seconds, it seemed as though
Robert stood firm, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity as he sensed the shift in Mr. Nicholas's demeanor. “Yes, sir, she’s my mother.”For a moment, Mr. Nicholas remained silent, his piercing gaze now studying Robert with newfound respect. His brow furrowed slightly, as though he were connecting long-buried memories. Finally, he spoke again, more composed this time. “Your mother... I knew her many years ago. She was a force to be reckoned with—sharp, relentless in her pursuits, always three steps ahead of everyone else. She commanded respect wherever she went. It was impossible not to admire her drive and intellect.”The crowd, which had been full of jeers and accusations only moments before, now stood in stunned silence. Whispers rippled through them, growing louder with each passing second as they began to grasp the weight of the revelation."Wait, did he just say Madam President?""He's... her son? The Madam President?""This can’t be real…""But if it is, we’ve been harass