She turned her monitor toward him. For a decade, the "Rates" board in the lobby had been a graveyard of zeros—0.05%, 0.10%. It was a frustrating era for people like Arthur, who lived on the "interest of their interest." But the screen now flashed for a 12-month term.
Elena smiled, the polite, practiced smile of a branch manager who had seen today’s data. "The world is a bit different now, Arthur. But we’re finally seeing a shift." bank cd rates
In the quiet, wood-panneled office of the Oak Creek Community Bank, Arthur sat across from a young woman named Elena. Arthur was eighty-two, and he had lived through enough economic cycles to see the world go from black-and-white to neon and back again. He clutched a weathered passbook like a holy relic. She turned her monitor toward him