Paul Adams pushed open a heavy little door, went inside, and following the nameplate in his hand, found a large leather suitcase. He picked it up, stepped outside, and gave a slight bow to the man waiting at the door. "Sir, this is your deposited item!"
A tall, black-suited man who looked like a brute bull and wore sunglasses took the suitcase with one hand while holding a black leather bag in the other. Without saying a word, he walked into another small room next to the first. Paul Adams promptly closed the door for him and stood at the doorway like a guard, waiting.
Nowadays, it's not easy to do anything. Paul Adams was the manager of a bank in the city known as Phoenix City, which others considered to be quite a desirable profession.
After all, they could dress sharply on a daily basis, work in spacious, brightly lit offices or lobbies, and most importantly, their income was secure.
