Chapter 6

Jack woke up early the next morning. Jill was still sound asleep. Last night's events were on his mind. Could it have been a dream? Jack grabbed last night's pants and reached into the pocket. There he found the bank card, the business card and the paperwork which had his DNA results. Everything that happened last night actually happened.

Jack stood up from the old chair he had slept in. He glanced over at Jill and confirmed she was still asleep. He quickly dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He quickly brushed his teeth and ran his hand through his hair. Once he put his shoes on, he checked on Jill one more time before stepping out of the small room.

Jack left the bar and hailed a taxi.

"Omene Bank, please."

The taxi driver headed for Omene Bank. Jack decided he'd verify if the bank card was indeed real. All of this was still so surreal. The taxi pulled up in front of Omene Bank. Jack handed the taxi driver some money from his pocket and headed towards the bank. He stepped in line and waited for his turn.

"Next please," a small, petite red head stood behind the teller counter. Jack walked up to the counter. "How may I help you today?"

"I'd like to verify this bank card and the amount in the account, please."

The teller took the bank card from Jack and began pulling up the account information on the card. Once she finished, her eyes got big. She looked at Jack in astonishment.

"One moment, sir. I need to grab the bank manager."

Before Jack could reply, the red head hurried over to the bank manager's office. He could tell that the teller and the bank manager were having a frantic conversation.

The teller returned to her station, "Sir, may you please follow me to Mr. Howard's office. He's the bank manager at this particular branch. He'll be able to help you further."

Jack nodded at the teller and followed her to the bank manager's office. The bank manager stood quickly and took Jack's hand. He was short, had dark hair with a matching mustache and a potbelly. He directed at Jack to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Jack took a seat.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Howard?" Jack asked. Could the bank card he was given last night been a fraud? Perhaps the card was stolen?

"Yes sir. I was told that you had some questions regarding your account."

"Yes. I just wanted to verify the amount in the account."

The potbelly bank manager grabbed his computer screen and turned it towards Jack so that he could see. On the screen he read the amount in the account. $15,000,000,000.00. Not a dollar more of less. Jack couldn't believe it. He was truly expecting that Arthur Gibson had been bluffing last night. However, he was looking at the account and it was just as Mr. Gibson said it would be. The bank manager was looking at Jack, studying him from behind his desk. Who was this man that had so much money in his bank? He'd never seen this man before. This was obviously a man who had extreme wealth.

The bank manager questioned, "What are you hoping to do here today, sir?"

Jack sat and stared at the screen for a moment before replying, "Nothing at all, Mr. Howard. I just wanted to verify things were as they should be. You've been a great help today. If I need anything in the future, I'll be sure to reach out."

Jack stood and offered his hand to the bank manager. The bank manager nodded and took Jack's hand. At this point all Jack wanted to do was think things through and decide what to do moving forward. What would he do with so much money? Should he tell Jill? He still didn't have an answer whether or not he should confess to Jill all that occurred last night and what he has verified this morning. What would she think if she knew he was the lost heir of the Kingsley family, Henry Kingsley?

Jack left Omene Bank and decided he'd walk back to the Pour House. This would allow him to think about how he wanted to proceed. He knew if everyone found who his true identity, his life would be chaos.

Jack finally made it back to the Pour House. Before he stepped inside, he took a look in one of the windows and looked at his own reflection. He looked just as he always had. He looked like Jack. At that moment he had decided. He'd keep this his secret for the time being. He wouldn't be Henry Kingsley. He'd continue being Jack, the poor orphan who grew up at Old George Orphanage.