The teller examined the deposit slip and then called over her manager. “This account doesn’t exist anymore,” the manager said, her expression serious. “But the serial number corresponds to something much larger.”
I blinked, feeling a wave of confusion wash over me. “What do you mean by ‘much larger’?”
The manager leaned in, lowering her voice. “The serial number on this slip is linked to a trust account. It’s been inactive for decades, but trust accounts don’t just disappear. Let me investigate further.”
She then walked into the back office, leaving me at the counter with my heart racing. My uncle had always been a mystery—a reserved man who kept to himself and rarely discussed his past. What could he have been involved in that would connect him to an account of this significance?
As I waited, my mind swirled with questions. Had my uncle been part of something important? Or was this just a mistake? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I sensed I was on the verge of discovering something crucial.
After what felt like an eternity, the manager returned, carrying a thick folder. She placed it on the counter and opened it carefully, flipping through the pages of records. My heart raced as I leaned in, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within. Each page seemed to hold a fragment of a mystery I had never known existed, filling me with a mix of anxiety and excitement. What revelations would this old folder reveal?