I’d only worked at First National for about three years when it happened. An elderly customer, Mrs. Oakton, came in and asked to speak to me privately in my office. I took her coat, shut the glass door, and pulled out a chair for her.
“Theo,” she
said, handing me an envelope, “I need your help.”
I thought
maybe there was a document she wanted me to notarize, but instead it was a
cashier’s check from B of A for 1.2 million dollars, in my name: Theodore James Davis.
She leaned
back in her chair. “Can you recommend the
best way to invest the money? This is what
my deceased husband left me.”
I was about
to tell her that she should’ve had the check made out to the bank or herself,
not me, and that I wasn’t that savvy with investments, but I could refer her to
a certified financial planner, when she had a coughing fit. I offered her some water, but she waved me
off. She reached into her purse and
pulled out a tin of cough drops, inhaling one quickly.
To my
horror, her cough escalated into choking and her face turned blue. I ran behind her chair and attempted the
Heimlich maneuver.
“Sharon!” I
screamed out for my assistant, “Call 911!”
The
ambulance arrived quickly. The paramedics
did their best to band together to save
her, but I knew she was dead even though legally they cannot say it until
they get to the hospital.
I’d
forgotten all about the check until I got home that night and felt the envelope
in my pants pocket. I must have put
it there in all the confusion.
I probably would
have returned the check if First National had not fired me. They said I did not do enough to save
her. Screw them, I tried!
B of A had
no problem wiring the money to my new account in Canada. Turns out, I am fairly savvy with investments
after all. MOV
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trifecta writing challenge/ exactly 333 words/ required word is "band"