To her apartment

You're dragged outside of the bank by the wrist, where the lady stops and crosses her arms, looking out towards the street.

"I- um, hi, I'm Debbie." You hold out your arm straight, expecting a handshake.

A black limousine drives down the street and stops just in front of the lady, who pulls open the door and steps in. Is she even listening to you? Well, you've never been inside of a limousine before, and she's patting the seat next to her, so it's probably okay....

The drive is awesome. She doesn't talk much, but there's so much space in here, so you don't even mind. You recline back on the soft cushioning of the couch-like seats, and look out the window at all the big buildings of the city for a little while. When you're bored of that, you stand up -- well, you can't stand up, but you crouch on your feet, and walk around in little laps of the limousine, seeing how long it takes you. It's really big! That mixed with the tiny steps you have to take, crouches down with your knees at your chest's level, and it takes you a good while! Next, you-

"a-hem." The lady clears her throat, and you look up to her. Why's your face getting all red? You didn't do anything wrong! Oh, the car's stopped.

You both step out together, and the taller suited lady takes your hand again, to lead you into a super-tall apartment building. This is like a dream! The elevator takes you up to the top floor, and -- well, as it turns out, the entire top floor belongs to her. This is so cool!