Two golden domes, two sections .Kazi had always appreciated the artistry of the Imperial Bank of Umar's interior, but today he had more pressing concerns than its beauty. He went to the right dome, the dome of the people.
Kazi flashed a card, requested the presence of the assistant head of operations, and, after some talk and back and forths, he was allowed in. The assistant head of operation, Farouk, and his office was tucked away at the end of a long, quiet corridor lined with thick, soundproof doors on the second floor. When Kazi pushed open the heavy door, he found Farouk seated behind an his desk, scribbling something onto a parchment. The assistant head looked up, his lips already in welcoming smile.
"Ah, Kazi Hossain," Farouk said, setting down his pen. Whatever work he was doing was important. "It's been a while since you graced my office. I'm glad to see your face."
