People gathered behind her now, watching the screen glow with impossible numbers.
The clerk’s hands began to shake.
“This doesn’t make sense…” she said under her breath.
“Just tell me the number,” the boy said calmly.
His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to.
The tension in the room did it for him.
Silence pressed down like weight.
The clerk swallowed hard.
Her face drained of color as she leaned closer to the screen.
“This account…” she whispered.
Everyone leaned in.
Even the guard stopped breathing.
Her lips trembled.
“…owns the bank.”
For a full second, nobody moved.
Then the room erupted into stunned silence again—heavier than before.
The boy didn’t react.
He only smiled.
Like he already knew.
