A few minutes later, Zac and Amy were in an office on the eighth floor of a local bank, sitting in front of a well-dressed man, who had no beard or mustache.
The investment manager looked calmly, smiling at Amy. "How can I help you?"
The investment manager was the one who advised large account holders on investments and opened accounts for people bringing money into the bank. He didn't know what they wanted with him, so he was naturally curious whether they were new customers or old ones.
Zac put the winning ticket in front of Peter Cole, who looked at something of the kind for the first time in five years.
"Here it is."
"I won the EasyWin jackpot. So I'm here to collect my prize." Zac smiled as he looked at Peter.
"Oh?"
Peter had been a manager for two years. He had worked in ordinary positions at this agency for three years before that. But he'd never seen a lottery winner come to claim their prize at this agency.
