Seeking justice
Determined to get my money back, I decided to visit the bank’s headquarters the next morning. Scrolling through my contacts, I found the address. “
This isn’t over,” I muttered to myself. Arriving early, I hoped to catch someone who would actually listen.
As I walked in, the sleek, modern office contrasted sharply with my sense of urgency. I approached the front desk, ready for battle. “
I need to speak with someone in charge immediately.”