"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Bob shouted, obviously annoyed.
"I bet all my saved money on Mike Tyson's fight," I quickly repeated in respoo the impressively upset man's question.
"Silence!" Bob shouted again, raising his hand in front of his face. "I heard you the first time," he tiaking a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm himself.
"Sorry, I thought you-" I was expining, but again, Bob stood up from the chair, "QUIET!" he interrupted, pletely furious, his face turning slightly red and trembling.
Walking around in circles with his hands on his head, Bob shook his head, "I 't believe it," he ironically affirmed, "out of all the stupid things you could have done," he said without looking at me, "betting your savings."
"I also bet the thousand dolrs you gave me," I said without thinking, immediately regretting it.
"WHAT?" Bob stopped his agitated pag again, pletely incredulous, shouting loudly.
Teddy's closed door opened quickly, revealing the intrigued teenager amidst all the shouting.
Stopping Teddy with a simple gesture before she could step out of her room, Bob ordered, showing false ess, "I'm discussing things with your brother, turn up your music," making Teddy nod quickly as she went bato her room.
A few seds ter, music started pying from the room where the three teenagers were, surely intrigued by what was happening outside.
"I thought you were much more responsible," disappointed Bob said while still standing, leaning against the back of the chair. "I let myself be blinded by yrades and all the good things your teachers say about you," he said, seeming ashamed. "You're in so much trouble," angrily shaking his head, Bob affirmed seriously, staring at me intensely. "One week, NO, one month," he decreed, squeezing his hand and .
"Dad-" I tried to stop him to expin, but he interrupted me again, raising his hand quickly.
"You won't have a car until you pay back every t of the thousand dolrs I stupidly lent you, and then you'll have to work on your own to afford one, if at that point I think you deserve a car," the man decred, straightening up on his still furious feet while shaking his head slightly, never breaking eye tact. "A bet to win a few dolrs," he scoffed sarcastically with obvious disappoi.
"Actually, it was fifty-six to one," I felt the o defend myself quickly.
Again, immediately regretting my stupid decision to speak without thinking.
"Fifty-six to one!!!" Bob shouted again, raising his hands. "Fifty-six to one!" he tinued, saying each word pletely incredulous at the idea. "How you be so-" Bob was saying, but stopped himself, "foolish," he said after a moment, "to uand this but work alongside doctors in a hospital?" he tinued, asking rhetorically with a defeated head.
Slowly sitting ba the chair in front of me, "even I do those math, PJ, obviously you were going to lose, just look at those odds, fifty-six to one."
"But-" I mao say before Bob interrupted me again.
"Don't interrupt me," he said slowly, as if restraining himself. "Wait until your mother arrives; we're going to thhly discuss the punishment for your stupid decision to gamble and lose the money."
"Dad-" again, an attempt to expin myself.
"You'll work for all the neighbors in the neighborhood until you pay off your debt. You'll be a babysitter, do garden work, and you won't go out on weekends," he began to ee, not ied in what I was about to say. With each item, it seemed like his anger was returning full force, once agaiing up from the chair to walk bad forth.
Tired of him not listening to me, standing up, I shouted a bit frustrated, "I DIDN'T LOSE!"
"Eh?" Bob asked suddenly, stopping.
"I didn't lose, look," I affirmed, handing him the piece of paper.
Taking the check, exhaling disbelief slowly, Bob read its tents.
After a few seds of an unfortable silence, Bob slowly, with slightly shaky legs – if the tremor in his knees meant anything – sat down. "Two hundred fifteen thousand six hundred dolrs," I pleted, stating the amount from memory. I had the number engraved in my mind after several moments of pting the chey own.
Still holding the che his hands, Bob slowly lifted his face, staring at me with marked incredulity. "What?" he asked, apparently still not believing it.
"I had a feeling," I said, unsure if it was a suffit expnation.
"A feeling?" Bob asked, amused and offe the same time, sn through his nose.
Relieved that Bob finally stopped shouting, I also snorted slightly.
Shortly after the two of us unfortably ughed, Bob seemed to remember the gravity of the situation. "Don't think for a sed that I approve of what you did," the man said seriously, raising his finger.
"I uand, and I genuinely apologize. I promise it won't happen again," I said early, truly repentant. Upon deep refle, the bet was a pletely risky and stupid a.
After several seds of staring at me, Bob nodded slightly. "Alright," he sighed, "I'm gd you uand, son," he said much calmer, "this will never happen again," he decred determinedly, "especially not with money already earmarked for something," he added ironically, "money is to be used responsibly," the man expined, pointing at me with one of his hands, ironically the oill holding the six-figure check.
"I uand," I nodded resolutely.
"Good," Bob smiled widely, looking again at the che his hands, "we o deposit this into your college savings at," he stated.
"Do I have a college savings at?" I asked pleasantly surprised.
"Now you do," Bob affirmed pyfully, handihe check carefully as he walked past me toward Teddy's room.
Opening the door slightly before knog twice to open it pletely, "I'm going out with your brother for a few minutes. Do you want anything?" I heard Bob say before he walked away again towards his room.
A moment ter, Bob returned with a small folder in his hands. "Let's go to the bank; it's dangerous to have an undeposited check," the man said as he took the keys to his not-so-great truck from the small table by the entrance. "By the way, you're treating your sister and her friends to ice cream," he added with a grin, shaking his head as he left the house, with me following.
The car ride to the bank was unfortably silent, only occasionally broken by Bob's small snorts.
"I was thinking," I said somewhat nervously, presenting the idea.
"What?" Bob asked abruptly.
"Instead of putting the money in a savings at, why not i it?" I asked quickly. "Safe iments that grow the amount slowly until the day I ," I tinued speaking rapidly, seeing how the man frowned. I couldn't miss this opportunity, and if Bob refused, I would have to wait two years to make my own decisions.
"Iment?" Bob asked, still focused on the road.
"Yes, I don't uand it very well, but it's like buying part of a pany and then waiting for the value of the pany to grow enough to grow your ied money," I tried to expin as best as I could. I really didn't know how it worked, only that some people did it to bee very rich.
"I don't know," he said, apparently not very vinced. "It doesn't sound very safe," he added calmly as he tinued driving.
"Acc to what I've read, there are iocks that are not very safe, but there are others that are," I expined quickly.
Still not vinced, Bob gripped the steering wheel. "I tell you what," after a few seds of pting, he said, "after opening your at, we go wherever they do those things and ask. I don't promise anything," he added calmly.
"Okay," I said relieved. "Thanks, Dad."
"Don't tha," the man said ironically.
After several minutes of driving, we arrived oreet where the bank was located. For how small Medford was, the bank was quite sizable.
At the bank, after expining the reason we were there, one of the employees led us to the person in charge of opening ats. Quickly and with the necessary dotation, with Bob's help, we opened an at supervised by guardians, in this case, Bob.
"We're going to deposit this check, and I'll give you your at passbook," the banker said with a big smile, getting up from his seat. "Again, Mr. Dun, I thank you for choosing our bank," raising his hand, the man shook Bob's hand warmly.
After shaking my hand too, we followed the man to one of the desks, where he cheerfully greeted the woman behind the desk before handihe check along with the at passbook.
"From now on, if you o deposit more money or if you o withdraw, just hand the passbook to one of our lovely cashiers, and she'll take care of updating the at status," the man expined as he shamelessly wi the woman, arently ighe banker without i.
When the woman finished with a professional smile, she handed over the passbook. "Is there anything else I help you with?" the banker asked, still maintaining his wide smile.
Apparently recalling our versation, "Yes, actually, is there anyone here who expin about 'iments'?" Bob asked.
"Is anyone avaible?" the baurned again to the cashier and asked.
"Warren is always here," the woman replied, shrugging one of her shoulders.
"Yes, he's always here," the banker forcibly nodded. "Well, I'm pretty sure Warren answer your questions as well as anyone else," with a somewhat forced smile, the banker affirmed, "just a small warning, Warren be," he added, pausing to find a word to defihe other man, "special," he finally said.
"Special how?" Bob asked worriedly.
"Oh, not in a bad way," the banker quickly expined, "it's just that Warren Lynch is too focused on his job," the man added as he guided us through the bank to an office with the door open.
Warren Lynch's office expihe warning the banker had given. From the open door of the office, we could see hundreds of books, magazines, and neers of different types scattered everywhere.
With two knocks on the door frame, the banker caught the attention of a strange man w behind an equally messy desk.
Writing on one of the several papers on his desk, the man eared to be a little over his forties raised his head in surprise.
"Jefferson," the maed the banker, pletely ign my and Bob's presence right o the man.
"Warre me introduce Mr. Dun and his son PJ. They're here to ask you some questions," the banker expined, drawing the strange man's attention to us.
"Ah," surprised to find two other people in front of him, the man took a few seds to react, "of course, of course," excitedly, the man stood up, throwing a bunch of papers resting on his legs, "please, go ahead," he said as he walked around his desk to up the many papers that also rested oher chairs, "please," with a big smile, the man poio the two chairs in front of his desk.
"Excuse me," apologetically, the banker whispered his goodbye to us.
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Author's Thoughts:
As always, I'm not Ameri, and "Not a Doctor" (someoio, and it certainly reminds me of Brooklyn 99, RIP Andre Braugher).
Last chapter of the year.
I'd like to crify a few things.
1. As the first paragraph of this se says, I'm not Ameri, so I don't know how creating a bank at works in that try, much less one in 1990.2. I am extremely poor; currently, in my bank at, I have the equivalent of 240 US dolrs. Therefore, I obviously don't know how iments, the stock market, or anything simir works. Everything I know is from the world of eai, so be prepared for the amount of nonsense I'm going to e up with in the chapters (basically a bit more nonsehan usual).3. A few days ago, I did the following i search: "best iors in the world." Warren Buffett was one of the hat appeared. I don't know who he is or what his personality is like. I expin this because I'm simply using his name iory. I hope this doesn't offend a's not my iion. I just wanted a hat would justify what will happeime in this story.
Having said that.
I think that's all. As always, if you find any errors, let me know, and I'll correct them immediately.
Thanks for reading :D
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PS2: Many thanks to all who wished me a Merry Christmas. Although I couldn't respond at the time, it was o read your ents. Happy New Year! I hope yoals are achieved, but above all, I hope the world doesn't end.
See you year (very bad joke).
