Maxwell opened the bag, his eyes widened, and then he waved a security guard over. He had a bill counter on a shelf near his desk, thankfully. The security guard added another layer of protection as Maxwell ran all the money through the machine.
“Wow. What club do you own?” He asked, sitting back down 15 minutes later, his eyes on all the stacks of money.
“Indecent.” I relayed to him, proudly.
I swallowed the chuckle when his eyes lit up. He knew of us. He just didn’t need to know that money wasn’t all from drinks and entrance fees.
We watched and waited as Maxwell filled out the deposit slip for us, whistling at the amount of commas he used. After the slip was signed by both parties, he filled the bag back up with the money and sent it off with the silent protector to take to the back and most likely the vault.
Maxwell then turned to his computer. “Alright, let’s see what’s going on with your account.” He typed in the account number I had written on the deposit slip.
His grimace did not make me feel good.
“Well, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
I slowly took a breath and tried to reign in the building frustration. What the hell was the problem now?
“Let’s start with the good news. Dillan needs a break from bad news for just a moment.” Keith answered for me.
Maxwell gulped and nodded; his voice slightly shaky. “The good news is that we can deposit the money without any issue.”
My head ticked. I hadn’t even thought there would be an issue with that, or I wouldn’t have let them take the money to the back yet.
“And the bad news.” I pushed through my teeth.
“You are no longer listed as the account holder. You can’t make any changes to the way the account is set up.”
I shot forward, only to be stopped by Keith’s arm across my chest.
“Hold on, take a breath.” He whispered to me.
I leaned back into the uncomfortable chair and did as my best friend said. The small makeshift office was silent as I tried to regain my equilibrium. During that time, I mentally ran through the most important details to remember.
I didn’t want to cause a scene in a bank.
I doubted the man would lie to a client that was so fruitful to their company.
And this incident went right along with everything else happening at the club.
