I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on the bank manager’s face the night before. The fear in his eyes, the hesitation in his voice when he told me the card was linked to an account with millions of dollars. Millions. I had been so stunned that I hadn’t been able to process the full weight of his words. But now, with the quiet of the city around me, I could feel it—this massive, hidden world that I was about to step into.
And it scared me.
I drove for what felt like hours, the roads growing quieter as I moved further from the city center. Finally, I pulled into a small parking lot outside a dusty old bank. The building looked ancient, the windows fogged with years of neglect. It was the kind of place that seemed to have been forgotten by time, and for a moment, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. But then I thought of the card, of the secret my father had left me, and I pushed the doubt aside.