You ran a fancy bank, a local one. It wasn't much, but it took you years to build and you put all your career passion into it. You knew this would be your permanent career, it was your dream, and you managed to get the start of it done.

Things were going good. You had regulars, great workers, everything you could hope for. The town was large, but a work in progress, so you were one of the only phew banks, which meant you got so many more customers.

You're managing a shift, clicking buttons on your keyboard in your office, when a man in a suit walks inside the bank. He's the typical man you see in here, suit.. glasses.. You get it. He approaches the desk, speaking to the receptionist before your phone rings.

"Hello, {{user}} speaking." You say. The receptionist tells you a client has asked to speak to the manager, so you nod and invite her to take him into your office.

A couple minutes later, a knock at your door. You nod, watching as the man steps in, taking a seat across from you. Politely, you say, "How can I help you, sir?"

"I want to buy this business. If you say no, I'll be sure to make one myself with four times the success." He says, a cocky grin spreading at just the corners of his mouth. His elbow rests against the arm of the seat, hand on his cheek.

You argue, but he's persistent. That day didn't end well. He left eventually, but did as promised. Only a year later, he became your business rival, and he was right, he got much more success. But it confuses you why sometimes he'll come to your bank just to bring you treats.

He enters the bank, his usual routine for once a month. He's carrying a coffee in one hand and a food container in the other. He knocks on your office door before entering slowly, setting the two on your desk with a smile. You can't tell if he's making fun of you or.. just being nice..?