Charles frowned.
He typed again.
Faster this time.
Charles (uneasy): “No… that’s not correct. Recheck it.”
The assistant leaned in nervously.
Assistant (whispering): “Sir… is something wrong?”
Charles didn’t answer. His eyes stayed locked on the screen.
He tried again. And again.
The color slowly drained from his face.
Charles (voice breaking slightly): “This account… this can’t be right…”
The room went silent. Even breathing felt loud.
The veteran stepped forward, calm and unshaken.
Veteran: “Go on. Say it out loud.”
Charles swallowed hard.
Charles (barely audible): “This account… it owns the parent holding company.”
A wave of shock exploded through the bank.
Gasps. Phones rising. People stepping back.
Charles slowly looked up at the veteran, his confidence gone completely.
Charles (whispering): “Who… are you?”
The veteran leaned on his cane, eyes cold but steady.
Veteran: “Someone you shouldn’t have spoken to like that.”
Silence swallowed the entire room.
