Reluctantly, I slid the envelope across the table toward him, watching as he deftly picked it up and tucked it under his arm. “Thank you for your understanding,” he said, offering a rehearsed smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. I nodded, feeling the weight of the unspoken tension between us. As he turned to leave, I couldn’t help but think about the letter and the secrets it contained. Why had the bank manager given it to me in the first place? And what did it mean for my relationship with the bank? Questions swirled in my mind, each one more pressing than the last. I needed answers, and I needed them soon. But for now, all I could do was watch as the man in the suit walked away, the envelope and its mysteries leaving with him.
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