Ethan Storm’s Dark Awakening novel Chapter 32

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Just as Ethan was about to speak, a sudden force slammed into the suited man’s backside. 1

“Agh-what the hell?!” the man screamed, stumbling forward and crashing to the floor in a graceless sprawl.

The bank lobby fell silent in a heartbeat.

He whirled around, face flushed with rage. “Who the hell just-?”

His voice caught in his throat.

Standing behind him, tall and fuming, was the bank president himself. His silver-rimmed glasses gli sharply beneath the lobby lights, and in his hand-gripped like a weapon-was the unmistakable golden Supreme Card of Newman Bank. 1

The suited man froze, stunned. “P-President…?”

“Why is this on the floor?” the president demanded, his voice trembling with suppressed fury.

“I-I… Sir, he dropped it-I thought-” the man stammered.

“You thought?” the president cut in coldly. “Do you even know what this is? This is the Supreme Card of Newman Bank. Do you understand what that means?! Have you offended our Supreme client?”

The suited man’s mouth opened, then closed uselessly. His eyes darted to Ethan, then back to the card, as the weight of what had just happened began to sink in.

The president turned to Ethan. His posture shifted instantly-rage still evident in his eyes, but now tightly reined in. “May I have your name, sir?” 1

“Ethan Storm,” Ethan said, his voice calm but icy. “That card is mine.”

The suited man’s face drained of color. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the floor, groveling. 19

“Please, Mr. Storm! I didn’t know! I thought you were just-I didn’t mean any harm, please!”

Ethan turned slightly to look at him, his expression unreadable. “I despise people like you,” he said. quietly, but with razor-sharp clarity. “Judgmental. Arrogant. Obsessed with status. I’ve always lived low- key, never flaunting anything-but people like you only see worth in appearances.”

The man began to sob. “I have a family-this job-please don’t ruin me…”

“You should’ve thought about that before trying to ruin someone else,” Ethan said, voice cutting. Then he looked at the president. “Fire him. And teach your staff that a person’s value isn’t in their suit or shoes.”

The president nodded instantly, his tone brisk and decisive. “He’ll be dismissed within the hour. I give you my word, Mr. Storm.”

The suited man collapsed fully, burying his face in his hands, crying bitterly. But it was useless now.

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Without glancing back, Ethan walked forward.

“Please come this way, sir,” the president said, opening the door with a respectful bow. “Our VIP lounge is prepared.”

Inside, the atmosphere changed. Plush velvet chairs, hushed tellers, bottled water served with polished courtesy-it was a different world.

“Your transfer will be completed in just a few minutes,” the president assured him. “Is there anythi else we can do to serve you better?”

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