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{Part One}Prologue: A Banker and his Past

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P A R T  O N E

Prologue: A Banker and his Past

Date: 6th September, 1924

Mr Ignotus James was glad to say that it had been a normal day. He didn't expect anything else surprising to appear on the streets or the daily news his butler had provided him everyday. He always had his breakfast at seven sharp, where he had Madame Heather whip up some very warm breakfast - light and quick - before then dashing off to go to work.

Mr James lived alone, though a father of three children who had already grew up on the other side of the world. He never really contemplated very long about them since most of the time he would be pondering about work, money and just generally his well being. He knew that his three grown up children were already shaping the world, adding their unique essence to the life around others.

Honestly, his life was very much well and Ignotus was much of content as he always was; always waking up to go to the Bank, discuss issues and enquiries in which others would provide him. It was very ordinary to have a different face change over and over again on the opposite seat he sat normally.

It was a redwood desk, large and firm with detailed carvings of the drawers. There were plenty of papers - stacks of them even - as well as a a black corded telephone that sat under the lamp that was usually lit.

Ignotus clearly had the natural routine today. Getting up, get dress, say 'good morning' to his house keeper as well his butler. Breakfast was swift before he left, walking to the bank a few blocks down.

"Good morning, Mr James" Louisa Puckett would chirp from behind the reception desk. The woman had sharp facial shape, pointed nose that he knew she always liked to stick it in other people's business.

Nevertheless, Ignotus had to put up with it - ordinarily - and sauntered towards his office.

No matter how large the windows seemed, which stretched almost towards the high ceiling, there was never enough light emitting out. The dark brown wooden walls and shelves that were lined with very ragged books that seemed to layer with dust seemed to not help the continuous darkness.

However, Ignotus walked round to his chair, placing his brief case onto the desk that would be piled of papers by the hour or so. He felt the metal clasps unlock before he could open it quickly and grabbing the work he had proceeded to do in the late last evening.

Before he could even begin, there was three consecutive knocks from the door he had came through.

Ignotus was a man of patience and will, and still carried on those traits after he had left for the New World those fifteen years ago. If there was someone who had politely knocked on his door without an appointment, he would allow the man or woman's words to him before judging them. He always thought of his traits to have been the cause of his previous life.

"You may enter," He spoke clearly before sitting down on his leather chair. Quietly, he began filing his paperwork as he heard the silent sounds of footsteps on the wooden floor.

Once Ignotus James gazed his eyes upon them, he saw a fairly young man.

Fairly - he added - because he observed that the man was around his early thirties. He was fairly dressed in a high and neat manner, carrying nothing on his hands. When Ignotus asked him to sit down, the man obliged whilst watching him rather intensely as if a bank man would suddenly provoke him.

"And may I ask for a name," Ignotus spoke as he held both of his hands together on the desk. "Or would you like to be anonymous."

The black haired man cough before he said, "I'd be left anonymous, thank you. But my presence isn't exactly important, much as most of your clients."