Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Early in the morning, the governors of all Dominion Bank branches, each impeccably dressed in tailored suits, gathered at the bank where a group of wealthy businessmen awaited. When they saw other bank governors arriving, they hesitated and exchanged wary

glances.

"Are you here to sign the contract?"

"You too?"

A collective realization struck them all at once.

D*mn it! Their banks had all been cornered by the same person.

"Should we head up together?" someone suggested, trying to break the awkward silence.

With murmurs of agreement, they shuffled towards the elevator. Just as the last governor stepped in, the elevator groaned in protest-it was overloaded.

The last man, his slightly wrinkled face now flushed with embarrassment, was about to step out when someone behind him stopped him.

"You're the governor of Dominion Bank's fifth-largest branch. You're more important than the rest of us. Let me get off instead."

"No, no, let me get off. You all go ahead," another governor countered.

They argued back and forth, each insisting on "sacrificing" themselves to make room for the others.

Amid the bickering, a meek voice cut through the tension.

"Uh, how about I go first?" suggested a man with a "Manager" badge on his chest, his voice barely audible.

Suddenly, the elevator fell silent as the governors immediately parted like the Red Sea, allowing the manager to step forward. The lobby manager felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. As soon as he stepped out, the elevator doors promptly closed behind him. "Oh sure, you're all so high and mighty," he muttered, nursing his wounded pride. "Outmaneuvering a lobby manager. How noble."

...

On the sixth floor, the bank governors exited the elevator and walked into the hall. Maurice, already waiting by the door, greeted them warmly.

"Welcome, everyone. Please come in."

One by one, the governors entered the hall, where Mortimer and all the wealthy businessmen had already gathered.

"Welcome, gentlemen," he said, shaking hands with each arrival. "I'm Mortimer Zedler, president of this Chamber of Commerce. It's a pleasure to have you all here."

The next moment, the room buzzed with activity as the governors vied for Mortimer's attention, urgently thrusting contracts forward.

"Mr. Zedler, here are all the contracts for the properties our bank sells in Everton, excluding the luxury cars. Please take a look."

"Mr. Zedler, these are the contracts for all the assets we sell in other cities. Please review them."

"Mr. Zedler, look at mine! Theirs are all second-hand!" one desperate governor yelled, trying to push ahead of the others.

The room fell into a stunned silence.

Every eye turned to the brash

newcomer, their glares sharp enough to cut steel. The other

governors' expressions were a mix

of fury and disbelief.

D*mn it. All the assets were acquisitions. Who wasn't selling second-hand goods? Did this guy really think he was better than them by exposing industry secrets to everyone?

Oblivious to the social faux pas he

had just committed, the young governor puffed out his chest, pride swelling in his voice. "Our bank's assets aren't second-hand acquisitions. We originally owned them. We're only selling them because we're on the brink of bankruptcy and have no other choice."

The silence deepened if that was possible. The other governors exchanged glances that ranged from bewilderment to pity. Was this guy for real? Suddenly, they couldn't tell if their views were outdated or if this young governor was just an idiot. Why would anyone be so proud when their bank was on the verge of bankruptcy?

Mortimer, ever the diplomat, swooped in to diffuse the tension. "Gentlemen, gentlemen," he said while chuckling, "let's leave the details to our experts, shall we?"

With that, the contracts were handed over to the wealthy businessmen, who began scrutinizing them closely, their eyes scanning for hidden traps.