I held up the payment screenshot. "Three years at this bank. The gifts never hit eight hundred thousand in any single year. That's three million. Is that enough, or do you need more?"
I didn't wait around for their shock.
I didn't turn around for Virginia's screaming behind me that I must have embezzled bank funds.
I slowed as I passed Nelson Fox's office, my eyes catching the nameplate on the wall—President's Office. Three years ago his bank had barely any business. It was on the verge of collapse.
Now it was the largest private bank in the city, and I was the one who'd put him there.
"President Fox, Tracey is our biggest client. Out of the bank's two hundred and thirty million in deposits, she alone accounts for two hundred million!"
"You're letting her walk out? You're burning that bridge on purpose?"
I was about to move on when I heard Manager Lambert's exasperated challenge.
Nelson's answer was nothing but impatience.
"All she does is keep her money in our bank. She didn't hand it to me."
"I pay her two million a year in interest!"
"And the gifts your purchasing department sends her every year are worth close to a million. Whose money do you think that is? It's mine."