BANK CONFUSION

Jordan was sweating and shifty in his seat throughout the ride. The thought of the dirty sack carrying the cryptical coins, whose worth was still a mystery, had rendered Jordan so fidgety. One would think that he was seated on pins and needles from how he was shifting his posture uncontrollably every single minute.

Parking at the bank’s compound, he leaped out before even the engine could go off completely. When the boot opened, he scratched his head, almost peeling the skin off. He was so eager to take the coins inside to the bank and know how much they were worth that he forgot he could not carry the sack alone. He cursed his anxiety.

He then closed the boot and sprinted to the security guards. Mr. Jonathan, Ana, and the driver could not believe that it was the nonchalant Jordan Rivers acting so restless. “Sir. Umh. I need some help carrying something from the car. Could you help me?” He spoke directly to the point. He didn’t even have time to greet them. His restlessness had robbed
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