Security steps in
The security guard grabbed my arm gently but forcefully. “Please come with me, ma’am,” he instructed.
The manager nodded in approval, his eyes cold and unforgiving. “You can leave or I’ll call the police.”
Humiliated, I allowed the guard to escort me out. “I’m not done with this,” I muttered. As the bank’s door closed behind me, frustration and disbelief washed over me.
Kicked out for demanding my own money—it was unreal.