A pregnant nun came to the bank to collect her inheritance, and after asking her the first question, the banker ran to the safe deposit box…

A pregnant nun came to the bank for an inheritance, but when the banker asked her the first question, he dashed into the vault. The day began as usual. The security guard arrived first and opened the bank.

Alongside him, Mr. David, the manager, started his work. He was perhaps the most meticulous person in the world. His shirt was always perfectly ironed.

His tie was tied as if God himself had worked on the knot. Cufflinks adorned his sleeves. Shirts changed, but those cufflinks remained the same.

Apparently, they were as precious as a memory of the person who had given them. Mr. David welcomed the employees at the doors. No one knew that this function wasn’t actually part of his responsibilities.

He was just a stickler to the core and couldn’t tolerate lateness. Needless to say, the whole team slightly disliked him. For the third time being late, he issued a reprimand with a note in the personal file, and for the fourth time, he fired them.

Fortunately, every year Mr. David erased all the colleagues’ sins, allowing them to make their little mistakes again. Many believed he was a robot, not a human. Once, when one of the veteran security guards passed away late in the evening at his home, Mr. David, not seeing him on time at his workplace, started to rage.

Why is he still not here? Am I the one who should stand at the bank’s doors? He yelled. Learning about the colleague’s sudden demise, the employees tried to calm the manager. We were informed that he passed away from heart failure last night.

Well, so what? Does that mean he shouldn’t show up for work? He should have warned. This is his fourth lateness, he’s fired. Perhaps such a dialogue could only be heard in a place where someone like Mr. David worked.

His colleagues were afraid of him. Perhaps he was the one who united them. They didn’t bicker inside the team only because they had a common enemy, a strict and impartial bank manager.

Besides his meticulousness, this person had the skill of pleasing the higher-ups and appeared to everyone, without exception, as a self-satisfied and conceited type. On that day, the bank’s work started without incidents. Well, almost.

The security guard was half a minute late and was scolded to death by Mr. David. It was amusing to watch the short guy in the tie lecturing the tall and broad-shouldered man in uniform. After enduring the angry tirade and receiving his second warning this year, the security guard went to his workplace.

When the manager left, the air immediately felt cleaner and life seemed more beautiful. Closer to noon, as the big bosses were getting ready for lunch, a young woman approached the building. She was young and slender, her body covered by a nun’s habit or something very similar to it…