Moet pulled up to 23rd Street, where the bank was located in her red convertible. She stepped out of the car after applying red lipstick on her lips and checking to see if her make-up was on point. She slid her huge white sunglasses over her face and began to strut towards the bank. As she walked, she exuded confidence. She pushed the heavy double doors and walked into the cool air blasting from the central air conditioning inside the bank. The well polished marble floors gleamed. There was slight murmur coming from the customers. Moet stood quietly, swinging her latest Gucci purse. It was a gift from one of her boyfriends. Moet had a string of men who funded her expensive lifestyle. If any of them defaulted, they got the boot.
The teller was a slender young woman with a high bun. She had on braces. She motioned for Moet to come to her counter. Moet walked towards the counter, her beautiful purple dress hugged her curves, and she walked seductively towards the teller.
“Good morning,” the teller greeted.
“Good morning Leslie,” Moet replied as she glanced casually at the name tag on the teller’s blouse to catch a glimpse of her name.
“How may I help you today?” Leslie replied with a smile.
“I would like to make a deposit,” Moet replied, unzipping her purse and bringing out a wad of notes. She handed it to the…
