When I Went To The Bank For A Routine Check, I Didn’t Expect To See My Name Missing

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The bank’s tiled floor echoed my footsteps as I entered the small office tucked away in the corner. The clock on the wall read 10:15 a.m., and I was here for what I thought would be a routine check of my accounts. Linda, the bank officer, greeted me with a practiced smile, her fingers tapping a keyboard as I slid my bank card across the desk. As she pulled up my account, a frown creased her forehead. « It seems your name isn’t on the account anymore, » she said, her voice calm. I felt a chill despite the warm August sun outside. This wasn’t just a mistake. It was something else entirely.

« Can you check again? » I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. There must have been some error, a simple oversight. But Linda’s eyes didn’t leave the screen.

« I’ve refreshed it twice, » she replied, her tone apologetic but firm. « The account now lists only one primary holder. »

My fingers brushed the edge of the envelope I had brought along, containing a hard copy of last month’s statement, with my name clearly printed on top. I pushed it towards Linda. « This shows my name, » I pointed out.

Linda glanced at it, then back at her screen, her eyebrows knitting closer together. « It does, which is why this is odd. We might need to involve our manager. »

She picked up the phone, dialing quickly. As I waited, I scanned the room—the potted plant by the window, the polished surface of the desk, the motivational poster about financial security on the wall. Everything seemed normal, yet my world was subtly shifting.

A man in a grey suit entered a few moments later, introduced as Mr. Davis, the branch manager. He took a seat, offering a firm handshake and a reassuring nod. « Let’s see what’s going on here, » he said, leaning towards Linda’s screen.

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