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As a managing director, Adam did have the internal instinct that he was beyond this. He had so many people he could order around to answer these sorts of questions. He had so many customer-facing employees he could probably simply tell to go handle it. He could have one of them intercept her, instead of him, and use the excuse that he was too busy. Didn't she see the suit? He was doing important things, things that involved meetings, meetings that he had to get going to.

Who was he kidding? It was almost 4:00 p.m.. The moment it turned 4:00 p.m., he was turning around, using the fact that he was salaried, and simply walking out of the building. He had nothing else scheduled for the day. The rest of his day was going to be spent on things that mattered more, like the inevitable chase for magical power.

He did have the alternate thought that as much as he enjoyed his position, there was always more he could get. He knew that some of the highest management loved to see people that were down to earth, and that the customers loved because they sympathized with them or whatever the ********. Adam guessed he could answer some questions. This time.

"Hello!" For everything that he was thinking, his customer service voice was pristine. His smile was perfectly friendly, the way he bowed his head in greeting toward her was very friendly, very demure. "You are certainly in the right spot for that. It sounds like you could be looking for several of our banking products. I could offer you a few options if you're interested."

On one hand, earning 2% was not terrible. On the other hand, Adam did know he could do better. And one more happy customer was one more good customer for his overall metrics.

Perhaps he could earn even more PTO.

She was honestly making his life easy. The fact that she was already kept up on the current promotions meant that he didn't have to try and come up with one for her. And honestly, the bank appreciated everyone who signed up for their promotions.

And that would only look good for his metrics.

"Ah, absolutely. If you would follow me?" Adam Bal gestured friendly and wide as he looked around for an empty table, sealed with half walls. As long as there was a computer that he could log into with his credentials, he could take care of this in a minute. "Do you have cash or a check?" With that level of money, he would presume a check. However, if it was cash, he would have to call over one of his assistants.

... Truly, a tragedy.

"We can also get you started with money market if you were looking to do that. What is driving your sudden interest in investing? If we have an idea, we may be able to direct you to the right products."

Adam felt like he was back at the beginning of his career at the bank, but it was what had got him to the position he was in now. He would work at it until he got what he wanted.

No checks or cash-- Adam could work with that, he supposed. He started the work of logging his account into the computer of the little not-cubicle they had chosen. He should have access-- ah, there.

"Thinking about your future as a smart thing for somebody who is news almost graduated from college. Knowing what to do with your degree is very important. That is part of how I ended up here." There was a bit more to it than that, but Adam was mostly there to be a braggart and sell more accounts. Whatever made her feel like spending more money at the bank.

"I can print you some checks," easy, "but I can make sure everything from your account is transferred to the right spot." Easy enough.

The fact that she was embarrassed hopefully made some of these products an easier sell.

"I can take your digital signature once I finalize some contracts over here..."