John's POV

"What do you mean it's not handled?" John demanded.

He had the strong urge to throw his phone, but he wouldn't. He would never find out what bumbling idiot had screwed up so badly that they needed John to clean up the mess if he destroyed the phone.

"Fine, fine, I'll be there by this afternoon." John hung up before anyone had the chance to say anything else. He jammed his phone back into his pocket.

Paperwork.

Management at the bank needed him to go ...