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Adam, for his part, was busy. Or, well, Busy™. He didn't feel like working this job, but he did feel like continuing to be employed in his status symbol of a position, so he needed to find something to look busy. Today, he was outside of the back areas, looking over the employees to make sure they were all behaving in line. No one else was allowed to be ******** around on their phones if they had something else they could be doing.

Of course, he said this as he was also ******** around on his phone. When no one else was actively looking at him, he was looking through the latest social media updates. And when they were, he swapped apps to one of his financial ones. Tracking stocks, money flow, very important things.

These very important things were what he was looking at when a customer approached him. Adam quirked a brow at the boldness, but he tucked his phone into his pocket.

"... I am." Adam was one of several managing directors, to be technical, but he did enjoy being directly called out as in charge. It appealed to something else in him, same as being eyed up and down did as well. He was coming off as powerful.

Excellent.

Adam didn't have account opening in his list of keeping busy tasks that day, but it would keep him seemingly busy. He would take what he could get. "I can help, Miss Pruitt. I do have a desk out here we could go to, if you would like."

He did also have a more formal office, but pulling people aside to one of the partial cubicles up front was usually a bit faster.

Adam couldn't quite help it.

He laughed.

It was something he buried under a charismatic smile and a tilt of his head. "And I'm a Bal." If she was rich enough to be going to the events of richer people, that name might ring a bell. Or perhaps it wouldn't if she was too self-absorbed, but this was fine. He had already recruited someone from a similarly rich background, she just wasn't a mean girls teenager-

"Miss Pruitt, I was proposing the cubby to help keep things moving quickly. Usually, people like yourself need to keep things moving, yes?" If Adam was going to be playing customer-facing today, he might-as-well put the charm on. He knew this was why most customer-service facing people were perpetually annoyed- "I do, however, have an office. It's further in the back."

He gestured behind the tellers to indicate this.

"It is usually for backend work only, but if you would be more comfortable there, I can bring you back there. You just cannot look at anything else back there."

She recognized his name and the first thing she did was ... snark at him for not having his own bank. It was a bit of a salt in the wound run for sure, even if she didn't realize it; Adam couldn't let himself show that anything like that hurt, especially to a child, so he did his best to ignore that it was brought up.

That didn't quite work.

"I was a CEO," was the easy reply as she agreed to keep her eyes to herself. Good. There wasn't anything interesting behind the teller's desk and through the back doors. It was just a brighter office setting with more cubicles and doors leading to offices. Nothing interesting. "Do you remember the news about Augusta Bank from a year ago or so? The bank that went down in flames?"

And somehow caused the snowball effect of getting a new ******** princess protected by a bunch of white-uniformed ******** was mine."

The only way his breaths weren't growing more rapid was self-control. Self-control over winding into upset. "Anyway!" He tapped on his office door when they approached it. "This is my office here now." He pulled the door open to show what was a fairly sterile office, though with a wooden desk, bookshelves, and some frames that showed off copies of his degrees. "Go in if you like."

If she wanted him to open her an account at all.

The silence was a blessing. Adam didn't exactly want her to keep up her yapping. Not if she was going to bring up his history with his own banking institution again.

And then she did, again.

"Augusta only had one branch. Local to Destiny City. And it was insured, but that insurance has mostly been used to pay out what people had in the destroyed bank. You know those insured up to $150,000 comments you see, right?"

He honestly wasn't sure what the Negaverse had done behind the scene with all those accounts. He did know that the money was there, getting paid out, somehow. Tama, after all, had gotten money for his bar in the Negaverse.

Adam was still particularly proud of arranging a loan for a ******** Mauvian.

But then she was suggesting a new bank, the concept of which sounded appealing but was also something he had pushed behind him. His designs were higher. His dreams involved things she couldn't possibly understand. At least, not yet.

He closed his office door behind him with a click as he moved to sit at his desk. "Phoenix Wright, the Bank," noted Adam, keying into the nerds concept. "Perhaps if I can regather the missing resources, I'll consider. Now, what do you want to do today? Start an account, right?"

At a bank not his own, since Augusta Bank was a near and yet distant memory?

Adam took the check easily. Alright, so a check from her mother to make an account for her. Easy. Probably needed to make sure her mother was the power of attorney no matter what if her money was involved. That was likely going to be necessary anyway with Miss Pruitt's age, but he would deal with that later--

Ah.

Fifteen thousand. In cash. The CEO would appreciate that.

"I can absolutely set you up the appropriate savings account," Adam typed on his computer to get some papers printed for her to sign. "I'll have to go over the agreements for both the savings and the spending. Not a terribly big deal. You'll just have to sign some paperwork."

And, normally, he'd ask for her mother's signatures too, but seeing as her mother was the one who sent her here, perhaps he could find a way to make that slide...

He certainly understood the value of quiet.

"Ms. Pruitt, I'm a Bal." His lip lofted as he glanced over to his computer. "I absolutely know the value of quiet."

Considering the path his life had taken, considering his predilections, Adam was an expert in these things, perhaps more than she knew. ... Although, perhaps exactly as much as she knew. How much influence did Cressida have with her peers?

Adam was prepared to do his research, just as he took her money and crafted the account of her dreams. It took a bit longer, having to arrange some pieces and locate the loophole which would allow verbal permissions to work, but once he was done, he easily presented her with a new virtual debit card information to add. "You'll receive your official plastic in a few days," he noted, slipping her another packet, "and this is your savings account info."

"You're well on your way to that."

If she value deficiency, there was certainly something he could show her that could teach her that. Sure, he could work on seeing if he could get her a junior position at the bank. There were a lot of things she wouldn't be able to deal with at her age, but once she hit 18, if she had already been there starting at 16 perhaps she would have an easier way in. But by the same token, there were other things he could think of.

Other things that did not necessarily rely so much on her age.

"But why thank you for the compliment." With an easy wink, he stood up and reached a hand out for her to shake. "Do you need anything else for the afternoon?"

... Perhaps, he could do something with this one.