He wore a crisp navy suit and a silver tie.

Pamela followed close behind him.

She pushed her oversized designer sunglasses up her nose and scanned the teller line as if she were inspecting a cheap motel.

Dustin trailed behind them both, jingling a big ring of loose keys in his front pocket.

They marched straight past the ordinary customer line toward the glass conference room.

Gregory opened the heavy door and walked in.

“Well, look at this little gathering,” Gregory said.