Chapter 9: Dollars and Damsels

The bank manager stuttered. She shoved the teller's hand away and cleared Mr. Fox's details from the system.

She laughed nervously. "It wasn't my intention to disrespect you, Mr. Stormwell."

Jason grimaced, not partaking in her humour.

"I highly doubt that."

The woman bit her bottom lip for a moment. "But sir, I'm at your disposal for anything you need. Just please, let's leave the past behind—"

"Get out of my face."

The woman’s lip trembled. It was like she had been slapped in the face by an invisible hand. "What—What do you mean?"

"Come on. Be at my disposal and get the hell out of my face." Jason raised his voice, dragging the attention of everyone present to them. "Ryle fucking deserves that badge more than you."

The bank manager had tears in her eyes. She was between defending her job and saving face before the audience they had gathered.

In just a few hours, Jason successfully made three women who thought the world of themselves to break down in tears.

At once, Jason
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