That's A Grave Mistake

My boots clicked off the floor of the Red Phoenix Bank's lobby as I walked in. 

I was here for the last important thing I needed to do before zooming off to Monaco. Get my loan.

I walked up to the receptionist who greeted me with a rehearsed smile before pointing me to the appropriate floor where Mr. Smith's office was located.

Mr. Smith was the commercial loan officer I would be meeting today.

I gave her a polite nod before moving to the elevator. As it climbed upward, I checked myself out on the reflective surface in front of me.

Right now, I look like one of those spies from Hollywood movies. I had come dressed in a fitted suit and had a briefcase with me. Inside the briefcase were all the documents I'd prepared for this meeting.

I had the Cooper Real Estate's financials, my proof of collateral, Sunset Inn's business plan and some more. Everything was in order.