Chapter forty eight
(Matthew's POV)
Something tells me Cassandra's father has something to do with their sudden eviction notice but I don't have any proof of such so I'll just do what I can for now.
My office telephone rings and I pick it up. My secretary's voice comes through. "The bank manager is here, Sir."
"Send him in," I reply and place the phone back in it's cradle.
I cross-check the email I just wrote and click send just as a fairly muscular dark skinned man walks in.
His appearance surprises me a bit. I won't lie, I was expecting a chubby sweaty man with a disgusting attitude and a nickel worth of brain juice.
This man looks like someone who is actually worth his position. I stand and go around my desk to greet him.
"Good morning, Mr Benson," he greets and sticks his hand out for a handshake.
He has a strong grip, I hope he is as sensible as he looks.
"Good morning, Mr Rogers. Please have a seat."
He sits on the chair opposite mine and I take a seat as well.