GUILDSWORTH
POV THOMAS
Pulling up to the bank, I noticed Mr. Gammond's car out front. Strange, I thought as I exited the vehicle. Maybe Desmond had invited him along to say a final farewell before he took over. I wonder if he informed his uncle about our contract.
I was only a few minutes past the meeting time, but I strode up to the door and performed the knocks to enter. Entering the bank, the first thing I noticed was that all the paintings were off the walls.
"Hello," I called out. All the furniture was removed as well. Even those silly dividers for the lines to the booths were gone.
"What are you doing here?" I turned and saw Mr. Gammond behind one of the empty booths.
"What am I doing here, what are you doing here?" I asked, walking over to him. I looked behind him and saw that the desks had been cleared away.
"Where's Desmond?" he demanded.
"How would I know? He just asked me to come here this morning for a celebration toast for our new contract," I said.