"Mr. Carlos! Are you truly not mistaken in bowing before this individual?" asked Zelina in disbelief.
Silence!
Instead of a response, she received a stern reprimand. She was deeply embarrassed to have an employee who was rude to a vital customer present.
During his tenure as CEO of a renowned bank—70% of which was held by the Birawa Group, where Miss Ivory Sanders was employed—this was the first opportunity he had to meet directly with an influential member of the Birawa Group.
Additionally, today the sole heir of the Birawa Group had decided to visit the bank that could essentially be considered his own possession.
Receiving a severe slap, Miss Zelina's face swelled up, her beauty vanishing.
Tears streaming, Miss Zelina still dared to advance and complain. Why was she being scolded and not Dion?
But before she could get an answer, Mr. Carlos scolded her again, causing Miss Zelina immense shock, after which he slowly stated,
"Do you realize who this is? He is Mr. Birawa, a man you should never offend. Understand?" Mr. Carlos scolded softly while restraining his anger.
Hearing this explanation, Miss Zelina's body trembled.
As a professional long entrenched in the banking world. Zelina certainly recognized the clientele who frequented her place of employment.
One of the most respected and feared customers, including by the CEO of UP bank, was Mr. Birawa.
Zelina was aware of Mr. Birawa's identity. Not a single family dared to cross paths with him.
Rumored to boast a multi-trillion dollar corporate asset portfolio, just one word from him could lead a family or company opposing him to bankruptcy within a minute.
His top associates were spread across the nation. Even the strongest gangsters in the country submitted and worked for him.
His bodyguards were selectively chosen, skilled in various disciplines and techniques.
Thousands of his guards hailed from world-renowned martial arts schools. Some were retired military or still active soldiers who had chosen to leave their units to work for him.
There were also thousands of guards from famous temples, skilled in a variety of deadly martial arts, both unarmed and with weapons.
Their presence allowed the Birawa Group, led by Mr. Mahesa Birawa, to become a corporation with sprawling influence.
No one failed to bow or tremble at the sound of his name, especially not the arrogant and haughty Zelina.
Her career was finished. It was only a matter of minutes before she disappeared from sight, along with the four insolent guards.
Elsewhere, the four guards who had dealt with Dion were also shivering in fear after witnessing how the CEO of a prominent bank in city B humbly and respectfully dealt with the person they had called a beggar.
"We're finished," they moaned in despair.
"You four are fired!
"Pack your things. I've contacted city authorities to detain you there," growled CEO Carlos angrily.
Hearing these words, the guards hurried to Dion. They clutched at his feet, begging for forgiveness so as not to be dismissed and reported to city authorities.
"Sir! Whoever you are, please forgive us. We were wrong, foolish not to recognize the heavens above."
"We promise never to be arrogant again. Please, sir, forgive us!" they pleaded in unison.
Dion, confronted with their pleas, took a step back, preferring not to engage with their nonsense. His priority was to finish his business at the bank.
But before he could move on, he glanced at Miss Zelina with visibly displeased expression.
Mr. Carlos, witnessing the cue, sensed that Dion expected further action to be taken against the arrogant manager.
"Effective immediately, you are also fired without severance."
"Pack your things, and collect this month's salary and bonuses," commanded Mr. Carlos firmly, moving on and then escorting Dion inside.
The entire bank fell silent. Although they didn't know who Dion truly was, the CEO's demeanor while accompanying him suggested Dion was no ordinary person.
A CEO himself showed such respect for the untidy man with a small tear on his sleeve—torn by the guards earlier.
But the presence he commanded forced everyone watching to lower their heads respectfully, with a sense of dread.
No one was not subdued by the sight, even as they wondered who walked beside the CEO.
Judging by his attire, he didn't appear to be a wealthy or significant figure in city B, but why was Mr. Carlos treating him with such respect?
Nevertheless, it was futile to keep pondering, they thought to themselves quietly.
Meanwhile, Dion had reached the sizeable and tidy office of Mr. Carlos.
Shortly after entering, Mr. Carlos invited Dion to sit on the sofa, while he himself approached the office intercom to call for someone.
Mr. Carlos summoned the bank manager to come.
"Come to my office. Immediately!" he ordered firmly.
Once the bank manager, who was usually calm, hurriedly responded to the unusual call and entered.
Mr. Carlos stood beside his desk, hands clasped together as if holding a small golden object, his demeanor markedly respectful toward Dion.
Seeing this sight, of course, the bank manager was taken aback, but out of apprehension, remained silent.
"Miss Stephanie! Please check this card," requested the CEO still with a polite tone.
Manager Stephanie bowed to Mr. Carlos without a word but hastened to take the card and inserted it into the card detector on the CEO's desk.
The rarely used card detection device flashed green after the manager inserted the card, signaling a verification request from the cardholder.
Mr. Carlos took the device and handed it to Dion with respect.
Once Dion entered his password, the device immediately lit up yellow, prompting the bank to enter its code to unlock the full application.
After the bank manager entered the code, an astonishing figure appeared with a long series of numbers and zeroes.
Stephanie stepped back, nearly dropping the detector in her hand.
Displayed was the balance: IDR 275,976,000,000.
"I..I..it's astounding!" exclaimed an astonished bank manager Stephanie.
Hearing her manager's unbelievable shout, CEO Carlos, curious, took a look at the figure on his card reader.
"A..are you serious? Is it really that much?" he asked, his shock unmasked.
"Mr. Birawa! Please accept our deepest respects." Unprompted, CEO Carlos bowed at a 90-degree angle toward Dion, followed by bank manager Stephanie.
They dared not show any disrespect or offend the very important guest before them at that moment.
Their hearts were filled only with amazement and fear. They faithfully waited for whatever Dion would say next.
"Convert 10 million rupiah from my savings. I require it now," Dion surprisingly stated.
"Hurry and fulfill our esteemed guest's request," ordered the CEO, seeming eager to capture Dion's attention.
"This shall be done immediately, sir," the bank manager nervously replied, then rapidly exited the room.
For Dion, he too was baffled and thrilled to hear of his ATM card's enormous balance, yet he chose to remain silent, internally jubilant.
"To all of you out there. Await my retribution!" he declared with vengeful fervor.
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Daddy
fcvk, he is freaking rich 🤑.
2024-12-01
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