Crap.

It was only supposed to be a bluff. What are you getting yourself into Mani? I was starting to panic in the heat of the moment. Sweat began to run down the back of my spine making me squirm on the spot from the sticky tepid feeling between my blouse and my back. The pompous bank owner looked at me with a smirk of triumph. I couldn't give up yet; he could not, will not get the upper hand. However, I still didn't know what the password was...

"Well, well," the bank owner mused, "I guess you don't know the password after all." He began to close his laptop and I, scared at the motion, interjected.

"Stop!" he looked at me incredulously, "please, just give me some time..." I said softly. The man looked at me in a peculiar way. He then gave a cocky smirk which put my blood to a simmer.

"Alright, tell you what? I'll give you three tries to 'remember' the password, but after that you must leave."

Without thinking, I agreed to his request. What was I thinking? I don't know the password.

"Alright then," He leaned in his leather covered chair. "You're up Darling."

I took a deep breath in an out. There were millions of things the password could be. So many memorable words and phrases from the stories grandma use to tell about Peter Pan. Think Mani, think! It can't be too obvious, so I doubt the password is Peter Pan... Hesitantly, I began to speak, "M-Mary."

"Well at least you didn't say one of the children's names," he scoffed, "However that is incorrect." He opened his drawer reaching inside and took out a box of what seemed like cigars. He lifted one up and rolled it across his sausage fingers. "Mind if I smoke?" He took out his lighter and lit the cigar. Lifting the fat cigar to his puffy, chapped lips he gave a large inhale of the toxin into his lungs then exhaled releasing it into the air.

It was people-no, scumbags- like this that really pissed me off. So unaware and ignorant to problems they cause. They let themselves wallow in their own filth and waste, and then infect the world with their ignorant customs like a virus. This man probably doesn't even have a family considering there's only zoomed pictures of gold cuff-links. "Why do you have pictures of gold cuff-links in your office?"

"They're my most prized possession. I had them custom made." There was a slight pause. "Give up yet Darling?" He said, his words reeking with each breath. I watched him mess with his gold cuff-links.

"You wish." I had really started to get perturbed and the smoke quickly engulfing the room did not help. I struggled to remember the stories she used to tell. The smoke felt like a thick blanket of fog, hazing my memories.

I remembered the sweet warmth of my small face between her bosoms as she sang songs to me by the window, the cool night breeze hitting my small body. Oh, the days when I used to see her face. How I wished she could have been my mother.

"Nownow Manuela, she is still your mother no matter what." She said as she combed her long elegant fingers through my hair, slightly massaging my scalp with each comb. I gave a grunt in response. My mother was horrid and my father was no better. They never believed in Peter Pan. They never believed in anything, not since...

"I don't have all day," I awoke from my daydream to myself stuck in this is mess again. "If you're going to waste time you only have one try left then."

"That's not fair!"

"Be glad you still have a try left. I'm a busy man and I have a family of my own to get to."

My blood quickly went from a simmer to boil as I felt mix feelings of fear and anger cloud my judgment. Urgh...this prick! Why is he making this so hard to get into this "GD" account? What does GD even mean? GD, GD, GD…

"You know what; this is a waste of time. I have a daughter to pick up from school and a wife to take care of." He gathered up his suitcase and coat and headed towards the door. "Some of us actually have a family to get home to."

All I saw was red.

"You, you…PIRATE! Don't tell me about getting to a family to take care of! You don't know me! You're just some fat, pompous prick that cares more about money. You don't even have a picture of person in your office! You just flaunt your money and your gold cuff-links like they were your, your…BURIED TREASURE!"

He stopped in his tracks. "What did you just say? Just right now?"

"You're a pirate?"

"No after that."

"You're a fat pompous prick who cares more about money?"

"NO; the very last part."

"Buried Treasure?"

"YES! Yes, that's it: that's the password!" It was inconceivable that in a fit of rage I would've gotten the password correct. But buried treasure…? "This is amazing. A Darling hasn't open this since George; and that was ten years ago!"

Of course! Why couldn't I see it before, I had no clue. That was one of the first things she told me about when she told her stories, how Great Tio Michael and John would pretend to be Peter Pan and Hook, and how Great-great grandpa George would get angry when they used his gold cuff-links as the buried treasure.

"Hey Darlin- I mean Manuela, over here!" I followed him to a hidden vault that was behind one of the pictures of the gold cuff-links. In it was just millions of dollars for the taking. I was in total shock. "George had this saved up for his children, and his children for their children and so on," He gave a big sigh in nostalgia as he messed with his gold cuff-links. "He gave his son Michael these before he passed and Michael gave me these before he passed. He was kinda like a dad to me." He began to take them off and he squeezed them in his hand. "You should have these, considering you're a true darling." He handed them to me and I looked at them in awe. They were so beautiful.

"I-I can't,"

"No," he placed them in my hand and closed it, "I want you to have them." I couldn't say anything, so I hugged him tightly.

"Thank you," I whispered. I took some couple hundred dollars and left the bank. Surprisingly, the taxi driver was still there. I entered in the taxi and began to head to my next mystery destination. Oh Great Grandma Wendy, where are you taking me?

YESHHHH! IT'S COMPLETE! I saw so many favorites and alerts made on this story that I was like "Okay I gotta get my act together." SO plz review. :) Till next time!