Chapter 2 - The Bank Manager’s Stunned Reaction
The gray-suited manager, whose name tag read Arthur Vance, stared at the muddy blue passbook as if it were a live grenade.
His fingers trembled slightly as he traced the faded red stamp on the final page, his eyes darting frantically between the ledger and my face.
“Where did you get this book, Ms. Henderson?” Arthur asked, his voice dropping into an urgent, breathless whisper.
“My grandmother, Margaret Henderson, gave it to me right before she passed away two nights ago,” I replied steadily, keeping my hands flat on the counter.
“And your father... Richard Henderson... did he touch this book or know its current location?” Arthur demanded, leaning closer across the marble partition.
“He threw it into her open grave yesterday at Oakfield Cemetery, calling it a worthless old notebook,” I answered with a cold, humorless smile.
Arthur let out a sharp gasp of disbelief, shaking his head slowly while a drop of sweat rolled down his temple.
“Worthless? That book represents a controlling interest in Henderson-Vanguard Holding Corp, valued at over eighty million dollars,” Arthur revealed.
The bustling noise of the Main Street bank lobby seemed to fade into absolute silence as those staggering numbers echoed in my ears.
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Eighty million dollars.
My father had thrown an eighty-million-dollar fortune into a muddy grave just to spite a dead woman and humiliate me one last time.
