Author's POV The opulent office of the Beacon Hill Monument Bank was bathed in warm, golden light, the scent of polished wood and fresh paper wafting through the air. Mr. Richard, the bank manager, greeted Kyle with a wide, toothy smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He extended a manicured hand, and Kyle shook it firmly, his piercing sapphire eyes meeting Mr. Richard's gaze."Welcome, Mr. Peterson," Mr. Richard said, his voice dripping with obsequiousness. "Kindly have your seat, sir." He gestured to a plush, leather armchair, and Kyle sat down, his dark hair perfectly styled, his chiseled features serene.Mr. Richard continued to fawn over Kyle, asking about his journey and offering him refreshments. Kyle's faint smile and polite responses were gracious, but his eyes betrayed a hint of impatience. He leaned back in his chair, his long coat draped elegantly around him, and waited for Mr. Richard to get to the point.As Mr. Richard reached for the phone to order coffee, Kyle int
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