The Underdog Turned Kingpin

Chapter 19: Identity Games

Just as he lounged in Leo's leather chair, drumming his fingers against the desk while waiting for his coffee, his phone buzzed – Platinum Reserve Bank's number flashed across the screen.

The call transported him back to his old life. A bitter memory surfaced...

Three months ago, Mason Rivers had trudged six blocks to Richmond Savings Bank, his beat-up Honda sitting empty in his driveway, too low on gas to risk the drive. The security guard, a pot-bellied man with a permanent sneer, had blocked his path like a bouncer at a club.

"Executive entrance is for premium customers only." The guard's badge read 'Peterson.'

"I just need to make a withdrawal," Mason had explained, sweat beading on his forehead from the walk.

"Round back," Peterson had jerked his thumb toward the general entrance. "With the rest of 'em."

Inside, the teller – Nancy, according to her nameplate – hadn't bothered looking up from her phone. "Balance?"

"I... I need to withdraw sixty dollars."

Nancy's fingers had clacke