Charles strode to the money counter and stole a quick look at the pay slip. He looked again. He studied it. Oh you good thing. Nearly twenty-four quid.
Mere words are useless.
He passed the slip under the grill to the older woman with the fancy spectacles. Once he had signed at the right place she counted and passed him the bundle of notes and coins. The cashier smiled. That makes a change. The cashier watched him back off towards the exit.