Chapter 9
The moment Ric stepped into the bank he was instantly at home. The calm, serene atmosphere that spoke the soft language of money surrounded him. The quiet swishing of movement, the faint voices, and even the professionalism with which everyone conducted themselves welcomed him. What was that in the air? The smell of wealth? Possibly. But it was most definitely air streams of triumph that drifted beneath his nose and had him breathing success. It’s true, maybe he’d never applied for a loan, but he felt that he was at least in his element, and believed he could navigate himself through to a positive result. He’d put on his best suit, slicked down his wayward blond hair perfectly, and gave the impression that he was a young professional on his way up.
But Ric had to admit he was h
