At 11:00 he told the boss he needed an extra hour at lunch to take care of some personal business and headed for the bank that held the mortgage on his house. He parked in the lot and walked into the lobby. As he headed for the loan officers’ cubicles he was met by a young woman.
“Good morning, sir. May I help you?”
“Yes, ma’am, I was going to see about getting a loan for my friend to help him with his college bills.”
“Do you have an account with us?”
“Yes, I do, and my mortgage is held by the bank as well.
“Come and have a seat, mister…”
“Turner, ma’am. Will Turner.”
“Mr. Turner.” She shook his hand and led Will to a desk in the first cubicle.
They sat down. The woman, whose desk name plate identified her as Sharon Morgan, looked up Will’s account information on her computer. She began to explain the various loans that were available.
“So, you say this is for a friend to help with his college expenses? He must be a very good friend.”