Meeting With The Executives (Part-2)

Fifteen minutes later my train reached the stop.

I got off the train, ran up the stair into the sidewalk. I took a turn and dashed. I could see the building. The building was huge, thirty stories high. I ran towards the building avoiding the people who were out for the day on the street…

I climbed the stairs up to the door.

The … Bank. Dad worked there seven years straight as a CEO without a break. He left everything he had accumulated in their care. Now that I'm of age I had a meeting with the lawyers and bank executives about transferring the deeds, stocks and everything else to my care.

*Don't forget the assignment. You got to turn it in tomorrow.*

The doorman standing inside by the glass door opened it for me to enter.

"Morning, Mr. H… How's it going? Boy, have you grown. How long has it been?"

"Five years. Still trying to be hip like us 'youngsters' eh Mr. Ikawa?" I replied the middle aged doorman, Ikawa Tanaka. I've known him ever since my dad started working here. He was a gentle soul and he always had time to indulge my in conversations the times I used to come around when i was a kid.

"They're waiting on you, second floor. You're almost late."

"Thank you, Mr. Ikawa. Nice to see you again"

I walked into the hall. It was already busy, people wee waiting their turn to speak to the tellers, some walking about trying to get other things done. I cut across the hall, up the stairs into the second floor.

Walking along the hallway I saw a lady standing at the end walking towards me. I got to say she's pretty cute in that secretary dress.

*I don't believe I've seen her before, well, duh i haven't been here in years. Considering how she looks, she'd be in her early twenties. And the slight feel of nervousness on her, i can tell she hasn't been here that long.*

"Mr. Thompson?"

She took her hand out to me.

"H."

I gave her hand a shake…

*She's really rocking that secretary suit. Cute*

…and let go..

"Would you kindly follow me to the safe?".

"Sure. Lead the way"

A minute of walking she stopped by a silvery door.

"In here… Here" She held out a key to me.

*What's it for?*

I took it off her?

"Box 53…"

Box? I was a bit unsure of what she said, maybe it's because I'd never seen a safe before. She opened the door for me.

"Thank you".

I stepped in. The room was empty with nothing but Safe boxes for walls. Safe deposit box, that's what she meant. I had a different image in mind.

I looked around as I walked alongside the stack of small safes for box 53. I saw the pretty lady standing by the door watching me. My feet halted before the box. I lifted the key, slotted it and opened up the safe. Reaching into it I pulled out a small black box…

My hands started shaking, the flood gate were about to open, I thought I was strong for this but who was I kidding, I could never let go of the pain of loosing him.

After giving me a moment alone in the room to um… "straighten up" we were in the elevator heading up for the fifteenth floor the box in my hands. As much as I wondered what was in it, but I didn't have the strength to open it.

The lady was in front of me a little to my left and I felt a casual gaze every now and then.

The view the fifteenth floor had was amazing. The building wasn't one of the tallest buildings but enough to see the rooftops and to feel the warm vibrant colours of the morning hue through the large windowpanes beside me as we walked down the corridor was very comforting. It was like I felt dad walking beside me.

She ushered me into the room—a room made completely of glass—where the lawyers and stake holders were already seated, waiting for me.

"How are you, H? I am Yung Miyazaki, the director." Said the man sitting at the helm of the table.

I took a sit at the opposite side of the director.

"Look I just came here to hear what you have to say. I got class in an hour, so hurry along"

"Very well then. Straight to it, your father was in debt."

"What? You've got to be kidding me."

*What the hell is he talking about?*

"He is not. Due to the fall of fall in the stock market everything is gone. So we have no choice but put the house up for sale so we can cover the debt." Said the stock broker.

Outrageous, dad had placed all his life savings into their hands and they were telling me that bullshit. Over five hundred thousand dollars by my calculation plus interest rate it should have been well above a million. So what debt could he have been in?

"This was a cooperate decision and since we were to manage everything till you came of age." Said another man in suit.

I just sat there as they rambled on and on about God knows what, I just told myself to remain calm. When I finally gave my ear back to them, the director spoke.

"In good faith and the fact your dad had been with us for fifteen years we will be responsible for paying your tuition fees"

*Dad was with them for fifteen years? How the hell am I knowing this now? All the while he was back at home he still worked for them?*

It was bullshit.

"And should you want to join us here, you are always welcome." The director continued.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being played, but there was nothing I would do. My rage had reached boiling point. The last thing I had that would closely tie me to dad, the house, they took that away.

Money could always be earned. Now that I think about it I could have started my own line of manga stories or become an illustrator, animator. I could have made a lot of money an I still can. They should've at least at left the house to me.

"Are you okay Mr. Thompson"

"Like hell I'm okay…" I stood with my hands slammed to the table in anger. "… I done give a crap what you did with the money. Don't think i haven't been keeping track of what happened to it but who gave you the right to sell that house, the only thing I had of my dad? You think giving me that good will crap would make me feel better? You know what take your good will and stick it up your ASSES!" I slammed my hand into the table, gave them the middle finger as I walked out.

The elevator took me down to the lobby. I took my time to walk across the hallway to the door.

"All done Mr. Thompson?" asked the doorman.

He opened the door.

"Yes, thank you."

He gestured me to come closer and when i took a couple of steps closer her whispered to me.

"Hey, Mr. H. You're dad left something in my care to had to you but i can't be seen talking to you for long so here take this and call me when you're free during the weekends" Finishing his sentence he handed me an info card.

My blood that was still boiling with rage calmed down a little hearing those words.

"Thank you

I gave a bow and exited the bank.

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Note: About the university Yaw goes to and the bank his father worked at still working out on the locations. Will update them soon... Thanks.