Jerry was on his way to the bank. He had contacted his late father's accountant, informing him of his arrival. The accountant was going to guide him on the necessary process that he would follow in order to transfer the funds of his late father to his own account.
As he was driving to the bank, he kept on praying to find enough cash in his father's account that would be enough for him to get the company back on its feet.
As he was slowly driving to the bank while enjoying the fresh air, his phone started ringing. Without hesitating, he took his phone that was on the passenger seat and checked the caller before picking it up.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Jerry." Mr. Ben's voice sounded through the iPod that was in Jerry's ear.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Ben. How are you doing?" Jerry asked through the phone, his attention still focused on the steering.
