The Billionaire's lucky break

Chapter seven

As Marco stepped out of the manager's office, he felt nothing but relief.  As he scanned the bank lobby, he noticed that Dahlia, and her supposed boyfriend, were nowhere to be found. 

The only people left were the bank staff, who were busily going about their work.

As he approached the teller's counter, he could feel eyes on him. He heard a snicker from one of the staff members, and his stomach dropped. He knew what was coming. 

The teller, a young woman with a smirk on her face, leaned forward to her colleague and said in a mocking tone, "So, pretending to be rich now?"

Marco's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. To have someone belittle him like this was insulting. He was about to respond when the bank manager stepped out of his office. 

The manager's expression was one of fury, as he glared at the staff member who had spoken. "How dare you speak to one of our most honorable clients in such a manner," he boomed. " He deserves your respect, not your ridicule."

Her face went pale as she realized the mistake she had made. She stammered an apology, but the damage had been done. Marco felt the weight of their stares as he turned and walked out of the bank.

As Marco walked out of the bank, his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He felt humiliated, embarrassed, and angry. 

The way the staff member had spoken to him in a mocking tone, and the fact that Dahlia, left the bank with her supposed boyfriend, had him feeling small and insignificant. 

But as he walked down the street, his thoughts turned to Reina, the captain of the cheerleading team. He remembered how she had been kind to him, even when he was struggling financially. 

He decided to buy her a birthday gift as a way of saying thank you for her kindness.

He headed to the most famous shopping mall in the city, a place he had never dared to go to before. As he walked through the doors, he was filled with awe.

The mall was grand and opulent, with high ceilings and sparkling chandeliers. The stores were lined with designer labels and high-end products, things he had only ever seen in magazines before. 

He felt out of place in his worn, faded clothes, but he pushed the feeling aside and began to look for a gift for Reina.

As he walked through the mall, he felt self-conscious. He was aware of the glances and whispers of the other shoppers, and he could feel their judgmental eyes on him. 

He knew he looked out of place in this grand and luxurious environment, and he couldn't help but feel Insecure.

But he reminded himself of the reason why he was here and pushed on.

As he browsed through the stores, he came across a bag on the window of one of the stores. It was a simple, yet elegant design. He recognized the familiar brand.

He felt a sense of excitement as he imagined her face lighting up when she saw it. He knew it was a little extravagant, but he didn't care. 

He wanted to do something special for her, to show her how much he appreciated her kindness. He decided to enter the store.

His heart was pounding with anticipation. He had heard so much about this luxury shop, and he couldn't wait to see it for himself. 

As he walked through the door, he was greeted by the sight of gleaming marble floors, sparkling chandeliers, and racks upon racks of designer bags.

He approached a saleswoman, she glared at him with disdain. Her expression was cold and unfriendly, and she made no effort to speak to him.

She glanced at him from head to toe, shaking her head.

Marco felt embarrassed and the feeling of anger washed over him. He knew that he didn't look like the typical shopper in this store, with his worn clothes and scuffed shoes, but he didn't deserve to be treated this way.

He didn't let the saleswoman's attitude dampen his spirits, however. He knew that he had come here for a reason, and he wasn't going to let her stop him. 

He began to look around the store, taking in the luxurious fabrics and intricate designs of bags on display.

As he was browsing, he noticed a fat man and a beautiful girl walk into the store. The saleswoman's face immediately changed, her cold expression melting away to be replaced with an enthusiastic smile. 

She greeted the man and girl warmly, fawning over them and offering them her assistance.

Marco couldn't believe what he was seeing. The saleswoman had treated him with contempt, but now she was practically falling over herself to be of service to this man and girl.

 He felt a sense of anger and resentment boil up inside him. He knew that he was being judged because of his appearance and it was unfair.

He continued to look around the store, but he couldn't shake the feeling of frustration. He saw the way the saleswoman was treating the other customers, with smiles and compliments, while she had barely acknowledged him. 

He knew that he didn't fit in here, with his worn clothes and scuffed shoes, but it didn't mean he deserved to be treated this way.

He felt a sense of awe as he looked at the bags and accessories, all of them crafted with such care and attention to detail. 

But as he reached for a bag, he realized that no one was coming to serve him. He looked around the store, but all the salespeople were busy serving other customers.

Feeling a sense of frustration, he approached a saleswoman, who was busy helping a fat man. She glanced up at him, and he could see the disdain in her eyes. 

Excuse me," he said to get his attention.

"Can I help you?" she said, her tone cold and unfriendly.

"I was wondering if I could take a look at that bag over there," Marco said, pointing to the leather bag he had been admiring.

The saleswoman rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, that bag is not in your budget," she said dismissively.

"I'm sorry, I don't appreciate your attitude," Marco said, trying to keep his voice steady. 

The saleswoman shot him a disdainful look and turned her attention back to the fat man. "I'm sorry, I can't help you," she said dismissively as she walked away.