Chapitre 2: Chapter 2 - Who is he?
Brice slowly started to open the door of the cabinet. As the door was opening Brice was feeling more and more nervous. This time his nervousness also crossed the previous one. He never became so nervous like this but now in a single day, he was like he will get a nervous breakdown.
He finally opened the full door of the cabinet and was full of horror like he has seen a ghost standing in front of him and was ready to take his life. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was stunned for a few seconds.
"What is this? How can this happen? No, I can't believe this." these were the words which came out of Brice's mouth when he finally saw inside the cabinet. The vast Cabinet in the Private safe of New York City Bank is empty. He sat on his knees. Was he hallucinating or had the dying man in his last moments lied to him.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on something at the bottom of the cabinet. There was a small hidden area to keep something. His eyes blinked, he was to shocked to see the clarinet without money or gold that he forgot to search for it carefully. He reached to the bottom of the cabinet and then touched that area to see a tiny door which opens. He opened that tiny door to find a piece of an envelope with crusty paper and a card which at first glance seemed to be a bank card.
"Bank Card." Brice whispered slowly while giving it a second glance.
The card was different from those which ordinary people generally use. But, with no doubt it was a bank card.
As for what is inside the envelope is still unknown to him. By the touch he felt there was only paper in the envelope. The mouth of the envelope was sealed using fire paint and Brice could confirm what those papers in the envelope is all about. Are there property papers? No, he abandoned this thought. He wanted to know about the card first. He simply put the envelope and card inside the pocket, closed the cabinet and then turned back.
He turned his head to look and his eyes fell on something. At the end of the private safe area, there was a passage which can be said as VIP passage. He casually walked through the VIP passage.
"It's an honor to serve the most expensive guest…" A beautiful young girl whose one look can make anyone fall for her stood inside the passage.
When the girl saw Brice, she was a little confused. She know that whoever comes from the VIP passage does not have a simple identity. It was very clear to her that although the boy has wet clothes and expression on his face was a little nervous.
"Oh… I.. I want to check the balance of this card." Brice Turner took out the black card from his pocket and then raised it towards the girl.
The girl glanced at the Black Gold Card and her face expression changed from confuse to horrified.
Only fifty copies of this card has been issued till now and no one knows if any more will be issued. This card is not only a symbol of identity or bank balance but to say its not an exaggeration, if you take this black gold card to any country, you are even qualified to ask the highest civilian of that particular country to receive you and that too in person!
"Our one of the most expensive guest please…" She bent her waist deeply.
Brice glanced at it, the girl must be well nourished since an early age. An example of a superb beauty, and those pair of headlights…., Brice wasn't able to control himself. He wasn't able to remove his eyes from the scene which he never imagined that he could afford to see ever.
But only after a few glance Brice controlled his emotions and removed his dog's eyes from her. The girl also noticed everything but she didn't spoke a word and moreover she bent for a longer time than bowing anyone. She could easily see the urge of Brice in his lower part of the body.
Then she raised her waist knowing that Brice removed his eyes and offered him to sit on the sofa placed in VIP room. Brice was a little worried while he was going to sit on the sofa as his wet pants can wet the high-end sofa of others. Due to this fear he only sat half of his butt on the sofa.
"Mr. Turner, your Black Gold Card has 330 Billion US Dollars…. but..", the girl paused while speaking.
Brice rose up from his seat extremely nervous, "But.. speak on but what?"
"Mr. Turner, there is no need of taking tension, I just wanna say that this card is currently a blank Gold Card with no identity attached. Do you need me to attach your identity information to this card?", The girl spoke comforting Brice and was a little afraid that what she has done now might fill Mr. Turner with anger and it would cause her to leave her job. But it wasn't her fault also she was also explaining the things to him by reading the report she got after inserting the card. She was paused to understand the further details and then explain it to him as to make no mistake in her work.
"I'm sorry Mr. Turner to make you frustrated. I just got the details of the card and was reading, understanding and then explaining you everything. I didn't pause on purpose to give you tension.", the girl was little afraid as she said these words. She looked at Brice with both innocent eyes pleading for herself.
Brice didn't speak a word, he suddenly sat on the sofa underneath, he couldn't believe what he just heard.
"That… that that… there's one thing that I… I want to aa..ask you. I suddenly have so much money. Police… I mean to say the… the the police will come to me?", Brice asked stammering to the girl.
The bank girl standing opposite to him looked strangely at him.
"Mr. Turner, this is your asset. The police doesn't even have the right to question you. Moreover the owner of Black Gold Card enjoy special status everywhere. Even the top officers will think a thousand times to disturb and these general police officers will never touch you. And for no reason, just because of money… no, it will never happen." The girl said with full confidence to Brice. The words of the girl made Brice feel relieved.
"Well you attach my identity information to the Black Gold Card and give me 50,000 dollar in cash." Brice said these words to the girl and again sat down on the sofa.
The girl quickly started doing her job she ordered her employees to to the work and was personally seeing everything is done with great care and accuracy. Apart from handling the business she was also looking at Brice with big eyes from time to time with little shy expression on her face.
"Mr. Turner, my name is Claire….. Whitlock. You can call me Claire. I don't know whether you have free time tonight? Can I have the honor to invite you to have dinner with me tonight?", Claire found that apart from a glance which Brice made at her curves, he didn't have any other special impression of herself. So, she herself gathered the courage and asked softly.
Brice turned his head and looked at her.
"Claire?"
The girl nodded.
This is a Black Gold Card Holder…. if she can make a certain connection with such a high-profile person, won't the annual business be completed easily?
Moreover, if she can go further and make little love with him and be his lover, wouldn't it be okay to get a villa along with him.( The cheeks of the girl became red as tomatoes and she went into a fantasy world. Suddenly, she came back from her fantasy world controlling her emotions.)
If she is more ambitious…..
then if she can hold this man firmly in his hand? Then why talk about villa, wouldn't this whole 330 billions be their and can be spent on its own?
"That… I have something else which I gonna get to finish today. By the way you can leave your contact. If I will be free I will contact you.", when Brice heard about the offer he also started fantasizing about Claire remembering the headlights but he decided to calm his emotions first and then take actions according to time. He should not be easily convince by others.
Moreover, in his mind he still wasn't able to believe that a dying man whom he casually pulled out of the lake, who later died actually gave him more than 300 billion dollars…. Only by thinking about it he felt goosebumps all over his body.
Claire quickly went near to Brice and gave him her number. Brice Turner also wrote it down. This was the first time in his life history that a girl and that too a reserved slender beauty from the front asked and gave him mobile number of herself.
Brice left the VIP room and walked to the Bank hall, where the public was still coming and going forth here and there.
"You… you came out now? Weren't you lost inside the VIP area? Are you coming hiding from the people over there which took so much time to get out? I'm sure they wanted to throw you out but yourself. Am I correct?", The woman who was mocking Brice earlier, unexpectedly met him once again and started fighting with him.
This time Brice Turner didn't control his emotions and frowned slightly.
"Sister Marisa , let's go don't speak or have contact with such people. It will only reduce our pride and prestige!." The friends of that woman taunted following the woman words.
"Yes, you sisters are correct. Looking him a glance will only make my eye dirty. Wasted my $30,000 dress and still wasting my time. It will take one day for the dry cleaning of the dress." the woman hummed.
The other women turned to leave.
"You people stand still here."
Brice blocked their way.
"What do you want to do? This is a public place. You will regret it.", the woman showed anger with a cunning smile.
"Haven't you just said that you will give me the clothes if I give you the money? Do you count yourself in?", Brice Turner looked at her.
Marisa Mintz wanted to laugh like a mad was controlling her emotions. Finally, she gave up and laughed unconditionally. She wasn't able to speak while laughing.
"Yes.. Yes, definitely count me in if you… if you really take the money out now, I will undress myself here.", the women named Marisa Mintz spoke these words controlling her laughter.
Brice Turner put his hands inside his pocket and took out bundle of notes. He took 4 bundles from it which sums to $40'000 and kept the last one inside his pocket.
"This is $40,000! And that too real money in cash. $35,000 for your dress an the rest $5,000 for doing a surgery of your face. I don't like your and moreover after today you won't be able to show your this face in the public." Brice Turner said these words so coldly that for a moment even people surrounding got goosebumps but they recovered within seconds.
Marisa Mintz was surprised looking the money in Brice Turner's hand.
"How and from where did you get all these money? Have you stolen it? Yes… I think you stole it when you were in the VIP room or you would have stolen the money here from others. Hurry up everyone check out your money he might have stolen it from we people only." Marisa shouted so loudly that some out of fear of being robbed believed on her and really checked their packet.
"What are you doing? This is not an entertainment area or an open to all place to make trouble. This is a bank where you have some set of rules and regulations to follow. You are not allowed to make trouble here.", Sophia Jones came out hearing the shouts in the gathering.
She was already too busy due to an extra business today and feels like dying slowly and steadily whereas there were still people who wouldn't let her do her work properly and make trouble for her from time to time.
"This person stole people's money.", Marisa Mintz spoke pointing to Brice Turner.
"You fart! When did I steal money? Haven't you just made a deal that you will undress yourself here? You can't even stand on your words." Brice Turner spoke so loudly that people who were still not paying attention to it came forward to see it.
Marisa Mintz face blushed.
"What rubbish are you speaking here? Are you aware that this lady holds a position of senior customer in our bank. And, I personally warn you if you harass a senior customer of our bank, I will not stand quietly and watch. I will let the security throw you out within minutes. Do you get that?", Sophia Jones scolded Brice Turner without looking at him.
Marisa Mintz immediately looked at Brice Turner with an evil smile full of pride. "I already said you dumb muddy leg boy… Do you even know what are the requirements you need to fulfil to obtain a badge giving you an identity of a senior customer of this esteemed New York City Bank?". With these words, she raised her head proudly so high.
Brice Turner looked at her keeping his mouth shut. He began thinking as if he took out his Black Gold Card in front of these low-end duffers, wouldn't it be too high-profile between pretending jokers? Moreover, although he lived a life of average or a little below than average guy, he never likes to pretend. Then, why should he pretend to her in front of Joker when he has everything now….
Claire Whitlock suddenly appeared from somewhere. She was not far away but didn't pay attention to these small matters but when she saw Brice Turner, she hurriedly came over without delay.
"Director…", Sophia Jones who was shouting her nerves suddenly became silent in a hurry when she saw Claire Whitlock.
"What's the matter?", Claire Whitlock frowned at Sophia Jones.
"This person was continuously harassing our senior customer… I was about to call the security guards in to throw him out right away.", Sophia Jones replied immediately defending herself and putting the blame on Brice Turner.
Claire Whitlock looked at Brice Turner in surprise.
"You are just a nonsense fellow. Do you even know who Mr. Turner is? He holds the highest level VIP in our bank…. Even if the governor of our New York City personally come, he doesn't even have the right to drive away our Highest level VIP Mr Brice Turner!" She shouted coldly and loudly so that everyone can hear it.
Sophia Jones was shocked and horrified at the same moment. She wasn't able to move her big eyes watching Brice Turner with fear.
Marisa Mintz and her friends who came along with her were also shocked to hear this news. They were dumbfounded and no a single word was coming out of their mouth.
What type of identity? The highest level VIP of New York City Bank and that too even at such a small age. Even if they complete their whole life working and then also after self-estimation they won't be able to fulfil one percentage of its requirement.
"Mr. Turner…, Are you okay? I apologise on behalf of our team. Also, if you are in any way dissatisfied with our service you can mention.. I assure you that we will meet all your requirements!" Claire Whitlock respectfully said to Brice Turner.
The already scared face of Sophia Jones went pale. She firmly believed that if Brice Turner would tell Director Whitlock to fire her, she wouldn't hesitate for a moment to do so!
"I want her…", Brice Turner looked at Sophia Jones and spoke.
The legs of Sophia Jones became soft and her tears rolled out from her eyes. This time even If Brice Turner asked her to sleep with him, She wouldn't hesitate a little bit but this job meant everything to her. Without this, she would come to road. She wanted to beg for mercy and even wanted to offer herself but don't let Mr. Turner ask Director Whitlock to fire her. While these things were going in her mind but she dare to speak and about her offer which girl would refuse to share a bed with him and be his lover. Moreover, Mr Turner is so rich, he definitely would have a lot of slender beauty with him, won't she be looked down on by him?
"I want her to apologize to me.", Brice spoke in a light tone.
Sophia Jones was shocked to hear that. He looked at Brice with surprise in her eyes and she couldn't remove her eyes from his face.
"Sophia! Hurry up! Don't let Mr Turner wait." Claire Whitlock ordered Sophia Jones.
"Mr Turner, I'm really sorry and regret for my deeds. It's all I who is responsible for these things. I assure you I will never make such a mistake again and would never look down on anyone and will also prevail justice here." Sophia Jones continued on speaking with a single breath.
Brice indicated her to leave.
Sophia finally took a breath of relief and her heart which was about to skip a heartbeat a few minutes ago calmed down. She hurriedly came aside and stood.
"As for you" Brice Turner turned his head towards Marisa Mintz "I will surely give you money but before that, you must take off your clothes and give me as the deal!."
Marisa Mintz looked at Brice Whitlock with a helpless look.
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