The Student Billionaire

chapter 4

Damson was furious as he watched the bank manager call the security on him.

"This is the membership card with me. Here is the proof that I came here for a reason, which is to withdraw an amount of money. I just want my money." he said, frustrated.

"Where did you get this card from?" the bank manager asked as he snatched the card from damson.

"This card is not an ordinary card you can see or find anywhere. The only reason that you have this card with you right now is because you stole it!"

"I know thieves from the first glance and I do know you're one. Not only did you steal this card, you also had the audacity to come into the bank, claiming it's yours."

"This might not be your first time stealing but it will surely be the last. You might have thought you would never get caught, but today is not your lucky day." he continued, angrily.

"The card is mine, I didn't steal it! I am not a thief and I won't let you treat me as one." Damson said as he struggled to fight off the security guards pinning him down.

"Do you know you're committing a serious crime right now? You're trying to impersonate someone else. Calling yourself what you're not. It will be better if you tell me where you stole this card from or who you stole it from!"

"Let go of me!" Damson muttered, as he tried to shake the security guards off him. He was sick of how the bank manager was acting.

"Hold him tight!" Mr James, the bank manager, told the security men. "Do not let him escape! I will call the police right now. After you rot in jail for some years, you will learn not to steal and fool others in your life again."

Unknown to the bank manager, the managing director of the bank, Mr Steve had been watching the whole scene on the CCTV.

He knew who Damson was because he had checked his bank account and assets, and knew that Damson was the most important client the bank had.

As he saw the security guards pin Damson to the ground, he was very angry and hurriedly made his way to the VIP room.

"Stay away from him!" he boomed at the security guards as he rushed to raise Damson on his feet.

"Why are you helping him up sir?" the bank manager asked, annoyed. "This man stole a golden membership card and claimed it as his own. I'm glad you're here to see the thief."

He looked at Damson. "Now that the managing director is here, you're done for! This will be the last time you try to steal, you fraudster!" he said, smiling smugly.

He was sure that Mr Steve would be happy with him for catching a thief in the bank.

"Shut up!" the managing director shouted at the bank manager. "Hand me the card with you and better keep your mouth shut before you lose your job."

"Mr malcom, I'm so sorry for what just happened." the managing director apologized to Damson bowing respectfully, as he handed the golden card back to him.

The bank manager was surprised and shocked to see his boss pay respect to someone he was disrespecting. He was about to call the police for this same person.

He must be a very important person, he thought to himself, feeling scared.

He couldn't help but wonder if the golden card truly belonged to Damson, but it also didn't make sense to him how someone who looked poorly dressed could own the card.

Emily entered the room, carrying a briefcase and was surprised to see security guards in the room. She was also surprised to see the managing director bowing to Damson.

"Who is this man?" the bank manager asked Emily, rubbing his hands nervously.

"He is Mr Malcom, he came to the bank to withdraw one million dollars in cash. He has over 100 million dollars in his bank account. The golden card you held is for him and we both know what that card means." she said.

"The golden card is owned by the CEO'S family, the most important and valued client in the bank."

"What have I done!? Did I just disrespect my boss!? Have I not put myself in trouble? The bank manager thought to himself out of fear." he looked at Damson in disbelief.

He was in shock. He couldn't believe the man in front of him was the real owner of the golden card.

"Forgive me sir!" he cried out as he knelt in front of Damson. "I've wronged you sir, please forgive me."

Damson glared at the bank manager and the managing director. He was angry at the way he was treated. First, by the cashier, then the bank manager.

They were mean and cruel to him, even almost got him arrested by the police. They treated him like trash, now they're apologising to him and talking to him with respect.

"I am so sorry for my mannerless behavior, I didn't know who you were and i was only

doing what was necessary as the bank manager."

"Forgive me sir." The bank manager said, still on his knees.

"Insulting, belittling and treating someone as if they don't matter is a very bad thing. You didn't even let me explain myself. You discriminated against me because I didn't dress like a rich person." Damson said.

"You have very bad customer service in your bank. Is this how you treat your customers? Is this how you operate in this bank?" Damson asked coldly.

"No sir!" the managing director replied hurriedly. "He just got this job, so he's new here. He will do better sir." he said.

"I'm very sorry sir." The bank manager apologized. "This will not happen again."

"It's fine." Damson replied. "I'll let this slide on one condition."

"No one must know about what happened here today, no one must know about my identity. On no condition should you disclose my identity to the public."

And as for you, he turned to face Emily who quickly bowed down her head. "You must not tell your brother about my identity or about what happened in the bank today."

"If I find out that you did, I'll make sure you lose your job here and never work in a bank again." he said coldly.

"Okay sir, I'll not mention anything to him." Emily responded, shaking with fear.

The way Damson spoke scared her and also, it seemed like something he would do if she should tell anyone about his identity.

"Now, can I have my money?" he asked

"Yes sir, here it is." the managing director said, handing the black briefcase Emily carried into the room earlier to him.

"Let me help you with it instead." he said, as he tried to collect it back from Damson.

"Oh, no." Damson replied, waving his hand. "I'll carry it myself."

"Alright sir." the managing director responded. "If there's anything you need next time, we will gladly help. See you next time sir."

"Alright." Damson muttered as he left the bank and made his way back to campus.