The Revenge Of Julius Sabbath

Chapter Five: Fortuna Elite Bank

“C’mon, Alexander, let him be. He is probably here to ask for a janitor's role at this prestigious bank. He needs to work his butt off to be able to afford this original Rolex wristwatch you bought for me. Hahaha. So, let's leave him. We have a party to attend, remember?” Olivia said as she placed her hands on Alexander’s chest and kissed his cheek after her words.

Though it still hurt to see a woman he loves kissing another guy and being all lovey-dovey with him in his presence, Julius only looked aside as he made his entry into the Fortuna Elite Bank.

The interior of Fortuna Elite Bank welcomed visitors with a blend of opulence and modern comfort. The polished marble floors echoed each footstep, leading to plush leather chairs arranged like islands in a sea of prestige. Soft ambient lighting created a warm atmosphere, while the air hummed with the quiet efficiency of transactions.

The teller counters, gleaming like polished mahogany, stood as bastions of financial service, inviting patrons into a realm where every detail spoke of both luxury and reliability.

Going further into Fortuna Elite Bank, Julius did not mind the contradiction between the luxurious details of the bank and his poor, faded black suit. But of course, as Julius confidently walked in, it did not mean the employees confidently received him.

Standing a few steps away was a woman who had kept her eyes on Julius since the moment he walked into the bank. She was dressed in a professional yet chic manner. She wore a tailored blouse and a pencil skirt. Her accessories, like the delicate pendant and modest earrings, were tasteful. In the same way, her low-heeled shoes allowed both comfort and style.

“Hello,” she blurted immediately as she confronted Julius with a forcefully crafted smile.

“You cannot be here,” she added in the same manner she blurted. Hence, she eyed Julius from head to toe, her eyes passing an obvious message of why she confronted him.

“Why?” Julius asked, his voice calm, and his stance remained confident.

“Excuse me? I don’t understand what you mean by why." The woman said with an unbelievable smirk, as if Julius had lost his mind and needed some therapy for him to realize where he was.

“I asked why I couldn’t be here. I want to use the service of this bank, or is that a crime?” Julius said it in yet another low voice and with confident composure.

“I apologize, Mr....” the woman said, trying to catch Julius's name, but if Julius opened his mouth to say his name, it was a lie. Every word that flew out of his mouth was his perfect silence.

“Anyways, Mr. Whatever your name is, I know you missed your way into this bank. This is not the bank for everybody. This is the Fortuna Elite Bank, and we only offer our services to wealthy people who have…"

“Black Golden Master Card?” Julius interrupted. “Yeah, I am here to process the card, as I would claim my assets today," he added.

“What goddam asset?” the woman yelled.

“Look here; I am done with this stupid game of yours. There is no way a dirty, poor-looking scumbag like you would have an asset. I have not seen you here before, and neither have I seen anyone who looked like you. If you don’t quietly walk out of this bank right now, I will be forced to call security on you. Now scram!” she yelled once more.

No matter how much she yelled and how much this had caused everyone in the bank to cast their eyes on Julius, Julius did not move a muscle. Instead, he maintained his composure.

“I want to see the manager,” he said yet again in a low tone.

“The manager?” The woman answered loudly and was shocked.

“How dare you say that?" she said angrily.

“Security!” she yelled at once, and immediately, Julius saw two officers advancing toward him hurriedly.

They were dressed in well-fitted suits with discreet badges for both professionalism and efficiency. They also had holstered handguns at their sides, which conveyed a silent commitment to order and safety.

And as soon as they reached Julius, they grabbed him by his shoulders and lifted him above the marbled floor like weightless feathers caught in an unexpected gust of wind.

“What is happening here?” asked a man who seemed to be in his sixties, dressed in a perfect blue suit. He had salt-and-pepper hair that framed his face with lines of experience. He wore glasses perched on his nose, and his eyes reflected a wealth of knowledge.

“What is happening here, Mrs. Mona?” asked the man once again, turning to the woman who confronted Julius.

“Sir, I don’t know what this poor-looking guy is looking for in this bank. But he lied, saying that he has an asset here. Please do not be bothered by him; I will make sure security throws him out at once,” said Mrs. Mona.

“So, what are you waiting for, securities? Bounce this thief out of here!” Mrs. Mona ordered immediately. However, if that were to happen, it would be a lie.

“Wait!” the man ordered immediately, his gaze upon Julius evident of his curiosity, like an artist staring at art closing. “How can a poor-looking guy like this claim to have an asset here?” he muttered to himself, as he also could not understand the contradiction between Julius’ confident composure and the way he looks.

“Hello, sir,” the man said, still staring at Julius with his curious eyes.

“Is it true you have an asset here?” The man asked in a low tone.

“There is no need to ask him that, sir. He is probably going to lie again. Let’s throw him out before he has the opportunity to steal anything of value here,” Mrs. Mona interrupted.

“Mrs. Mona, take it easy, please. We have over thirty securities guarding this bank; we have CCTV at every corner of this bank. Upon pressing the emergency button, the SWAT team is going to flood into this bank to protect the wealth of the people. How can a young man like this, looking very poor, be able to steal anything here and be successful with it?” the man said, turning to Mrs. Mona before turning right at Julius again.

“I ask again, sir, is it true you have an asset here?"

“Yes, sir, I have an asset here to claim,” Julius answered precisely.

"Well, then, that is strange. I have worked here for over forty years, and I have not seen anyone looking as poor as you. How true is it that you really have an asset to claim here?" The man said and wondered again.

"If you do not mind, can you tell me your name?” He asked politely.

“I am Julius Sabbath,” Julius answered calmly.

Suddenly, as the man heard his name, his eyes opened in shock as he recognized the name, and immediately he bowed his head like a subject bowing before his king.

“I apologize, Master Julius Sabbath. Your dress did not allow me to recognize you. Please forgive me,” the man stammered.

“Sir, he is lying. Can’t you see? He is a nobody. Security, I won’t say this again. Throw this thief out right now,” Mrs. Mona interrupted once more. Her voice over her head as everyone in the bank could hear her.

“How dare you call Master Sabbath a nobody? Much worse, a thief? Do you not know that he is the only heir of the grand master of the great Sabbath family?” The man frowned at Mrs. Mona immediately.

“Today you lose your job for looking down on Master Sabbath. Security, take her ID and throw her out of the building,” the man ordered at once.