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Hi all, welcome back to another piece of flash fiction!

Now, I don’t mean to boast, but I have accounts with two separate banks. They handle security and logging in differently. One of them does it very well.

This story is more about the other one.

Enjoy!

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“Thank you for calling the Your Bank! hotline. I’m Trina, how can I help you?”
“Hi. I can’t login online. It says my account has been blocked?”
“Have you forgotten your password?”
“No.”
Silence.
“Do you need me to confirm it, or…”
“No! Sir! Please never give your password to anyone.”
“I wasn’t going to! Just confirm the last few digits, or something.”
“Sir, providing access to your account to third parties is in violation of the agreement you signed when you joined up. Never give your password to anyone.”
John rolled his eyes.
“Sir?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll need to confirm your data. What’s your address?”
“1216 Blue Tree, Arkansas.”
“Correct. Mother’s maiden name?”
“Delphine.”
“Correct. Date of birth?”
“Mine? Um, March 14th, ’83.”
“You’re doing very well, sir.”
He glanced at the phone’s screen. Eight minutes already.
“Now. If you could only take two of your siblings on the helicopter to escape a terrorist attack, which one would you leave behind?”
John waited for her to say “just kidding!”
“Sir? That’s a time-sensitive question.”
“I…”
“Paul, Andrew or Frank.”
“Frank, I sup—”
“Correct.”
Correct?
“Aaand last question: if Paul or Andrew had to die – and remember, this is a hypothetical – if one of them had to die, which should it be? Paul or Andrew?”
“Paul.” Paul was a dick.
“Correct! Thank you, sir, you can now access your account.”
The voice on the other end of the phone stopped talking, but the line stayed open.
“What should I…?” John lowered his voice.
“Sir?”
“What should I do about Andrew?”

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