Gill looked at Corbet, then at Tom, and shook his head as if to say that he didn’t envy Tom at all. He walked by Julie’s desk on the way out. “Nice to see you, Corbet,” Gill said as only as a matter of courtesy.
Corbet stuck out his hand. “Gill! I haven’t seen you in a long time. How’s the bank? Does it need any money? ‘Cause if it does, just come to your old friend Corbet. I have plenty.”
Julie rolled her eyes and let out an audible snort. Corbet shot her a look of disapproval, but the look he received in return made him wonder if she was going to stick her tongue out at him. She didn’t, but he was sure that the thought crossed her mind.
Gill pretended to have some trouble with his briefcase and avoided the handshake. “The bank is doing fine, Corbet. If you want to open an account, I’m sure one of the bankers would be happy to see you,” Gill said sourly.
Corbet smiled broadly, obviously untouched by the sarcasm. “Oh please,” he said, “my money is safe and sound with the best bank in town. Not the second best. But you hang in there, Gill, and maybe someday you’ll claim that number one spot and then we can talk.”
“Goodbye Corbet,” Gill said coldly, and walked out.
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