Mary Johnson walked into the posh bank in downtown New York, clutching a worn-out envelope. Inside was her late husband’s last will. She glanced around and felt out of place among the polished marble floors and sleek modern decor. As she approached the counter, banker Richard Collins greeted her with a condescending smile.
“Can I help you?” he asked, his tone dripping with insincerity.
Mary took a deep breath and summoned her courage. “Yes,” she said, holding up the envelope. “I’m here about my husband’s will.”
Mary’s hands trembled slightly as she handed the worn-out envelope to Richard. She had never been in such a grand bank before, and the opulence of the surroundings only heightened her anxiety. Richard took the envelope with a smirk, making no effort to hide his disdain.”We don’t usually deal with these types of claims,” he said, flipping the….Read Full Story Here……………
