[ WP ] Someone has just received a check in the mail for an excess amount of money .

''Thank you, sir. Would you be so kind to follow me?'' the suit asked. His white teeth almost blinded me. His teeth were as fake as his smile. But his eyes..Eyes never lie. 
 
 I grumbled:''Alright.'' and followed the suit. Custom tailored. Expensive Italian shoes. As I gazed on his outfit, we passed the large marble hall and reached a more secluded area with offices. The suit aimed straight for the large office at the end. As he passed the last desk, the suit said''Linda, a P93 with A12. I'll be in my office.'' to the woman behind her desk. She was pretty, early thirtiest. Less expensive clothes. The same fake smile. The same eyes. I hate banks. 
 
 I walked into the office, with the suit closing the door behind me. It opened again immediately, to my frustration.''Coffee sir?'' this Linda asked. I stared at her, annoyed. They both looked at me, waiting for a reply. The same fake smile again. Their eyes... still the same. As I expected. 
 
''No thanks.'' I replied, upholding my manners. 
 
 She nodded, gave her boss a cup and left the office again. I stared out of the window, looking at the busy intersection down the road. I was glad this was ground floor level. I hate heights. 
 
''So, sir. You are here to deposit a cheque, is that correct?'' 
 
 Pulled back in reality, I nodded. 
 
''Is is correct that the amount is nine million dollars?'' 
 
 I nodded again. 
 
''Is it correct that, you, Mr. Fider, are the recipient of this cheque?'' 
 
 I made a small head movement, barely indicating a nod. This suit was starting to annoy me. 
 
''Alright sir. Are you aware of the fact that the drawer of this cheque is Mr. Bill Gates?'' 
 
 I blew some air out of my nose in amusement.''I am very aware. I know my technology.'' 
 
''Do you understand that we have to alert the authorities of this event, so short after Mr. Gates' death?'' the suit asked. 
 
 I expected as much. Their smiles always tell the tale of a worker happily assisting their customers. Their eyes told their real story. Unhappy. Always touching money, but never theirs. It would take their entire career to make that kind of money. Their eyes told greed. Greed and jealousy. 
 
''I expected no else.'' I said.''I'm afraid I have different plans, in that case, however.'' as I motioned up from my chair, ready to leave. 
 
''I'm afraid we can not allow that, per bank and government jurisdiction, sir.'' the suit said. He pointed towards the door. Two police officers were waiting at Linda's desk. She pointed towards my face. The officers turned. 
 
 The suit leaned over his desk.''I hope you will cooperate with us, sir. To make this whole process easier.'' The smile again. 
 
 Not a chance in hell, I thought.. I grabbed my suitcase and pushed the cheque in it. One officer opened the door as I aimed for the window. I grabbed a stapler from the desk and smashed it through the window. The officers ran through the door, shouting''Sir! Do n't move!'' 
 
 As I tightened my leg muscles, readying my body to jump, the suit grabbed me at my shouder. I pulled back, rammed his arm off me and hit him on his nose. His eyes, his greedy eyes, darkened out, with the faint impression of his smile still on his face.''How ironic.'' I thought to myself, as he fell to the ground. I jumped out of the window.''Do n't move!'' I heard the agents scream again, as I landed on grass. I stood up, hastily. 
 
 I started running.
