"Here is your money, please take it."
In the bank, the teller girl placed the cash requested by a customer on the counter and thoughtfully provided an envelope to hold the money.
The amount withdrawn by the customer was not much, only two thousand one hundred, along with some loose change, easily fitting into one envelope.
He counted the money twice at the counter before a slight smile of relief appeared on his face, and then he bid farewell to the teller girl and left.
The next customer walked up to the counter, and the girl, as if by instinct, smiled and said the familiar phrases again.
What struck her as slightly odd was that this woman, who appeared to be in her fifties, also came to withdraw money and to take out everything in her account.
She sensed something unusual, but the feeling came and went quickly. She was working and didn't have time to ponder these things, so she started attending to this lady.
