The paper works and tons of people in line keeps everyone in the room busy. It's afternoon and the people are still barely declining.

I confronted the just sitting client.

"What is the loan for?"

"Surgery."

"What kind of surgery?"

"Uh..." My head tilted as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Penis enlargement."

My eyes widened at what it said.

"Are you serious? Maybe you're just fooling us Sir. We can't give you a loan if we don't——"

"It's true! My girlfriend left me because," he paused, "You know."

I sighed.

"Sir, it's not about interfering, but if he leaves you because he doesn't really love you. You shouldn't...