Novel & Cerita A Hundred Million Mistake

Someone who might not fail a second time. My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. I opened it with trembling fingers. The message was short. Just four words that made my blood turn to ice. "You should have died.”

Nathan's voice carried the quiet certainty of someone who had found something he wished he hadn't. "It's impossible." Amara stood. "What did you find?" "I can't explain it over the phone." Another pause. "But I can tell you this..." "I've audited multinational corporations, international charities, political campaign accounts, and government ministries." "Every single one contained mistakes." "Human mistakes." "Typing errors." "Duplicate payments." "Missing receipts." "Horizon doesn't." The apartment fell silent. Nathan continued. "Every transaction balances." "Every approval is documented."

Eighteen years. I sat with that number for a moment. Victor had begun the arrangement four years before Lillian witnessed anything. The meetings Rourke had documented were not the beginning of the relationship with Vasiliev and Renner. They were a continuation of something already established, already running, already moving money through structures that had been refined over years before a six year old’s accidental presence in a doorway had threatened to expose them. “The total volume,” I said. “Our current estimate, pending full forensic accounting across all identified structures, is between eight hundred million and one point two billion dollars,” Marsh said. “We expect that estimate to

But the moment I backed away, the fear returned. What will I do when the money is gone and the name is ruined? I was caught between two worlds, and both were burning. 1.4 billion dollars is what I will gain or lose. My heart was pounding against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The tension was so high I felt like I was vibrating. I wanted to call the board and beg for more time. I was Xavier Harrington. I was supposed to be the master of my fate. But right now, I was just a man standing in the gray light of a dying morning, realizing that every choice had a price I wasn't sure I could pay.

For ten years, I chased after Lucas. I was happy to orbit around him, as long as I got to stay close. Then, on the night of the Romano family dinner, an accident pushed us over the last line we had never crossed. When I woke up, he was already dressed. The look he gave me was full of contempt. "You'd really do anything to get into a Romano's bed, huh?" I glanced at the bottle of purified water on the nightstand. I didn't explain. I didn't argue. My whole body ached, but I left on my own. After that, I cut off all contact with him for three whole months. The next time I saw him, Mrs. Romano had brought Lucas to our house herself. "Can you believe it? My boy finally came to his senses! He's th

It's not a big deal. I smiled. It looked simple. But I was doubting it. I had zero confidence in myself. It felt so dangerous for me to accept this, I couldn't stay near him. I had spent these five years enchanting his name, recalling his face, and our few hours together. It wasn't tortured. Why did he offer me a job? He was a multi-billionaire. That didn't give him the right to treat me like this. This job would increase the torture. I didn't know anything about him. There were a lot of rumours about him.

A sudden pull on his new T-shirt made him pause. "Don't go far..." Her voice was hollow and weak. Her fingers trembled as they held onto his shirt. His heart was swelling and aching at the same time. He responded softly, "I won't.." She hesitantly let go, his eyes glancing back at her as he began to move away again. She stared emptily in the distance, his dress shirt in her hand, one sleeve of it dipping in the mud. His heart squeezed for her. This was all happening because of him. And that thought alone made him swear to fix this. It was his mistake. Whether it be from the past, it was still his burden to bear, and his to try and fix.

Unexpectedly, he was just helping to drive the hype. Everyone must have gone insane. Five point eight billion US dollars? How many people could afford that? As he thought of that, he regretted missing the first pill. He sank in despair, regretting his foolishness. He clenched his teeth and decided to bite the bullet. He raised his voice again and shouted, “Six billion! I offer six…” Before he could finish his sentence, the man who offered five point eight billion shouted again, “Six point eight billion! Six point eight!”

Amber adds in politely. "Not just mistake, there are big issues" Mr. Noah stands from the leather chair. "Where's the money?" Mr. Noah ask anxiously. "Which money?" Amber ask, confused. "According to your spreadsheet, your total shows 3.2 trillion but at the end of the day, the bank didn't receive the complete fund" Mr. Noah pauses. "Where is 500 million dollars?" Mr. Noah ask bluntly as Amber's hands tremble on the document.

A million excuses crossed my mind, from which I can use. 'She might not be ok with it.' 'You haven't asked her permission to hold her.' 'That position seems way more uncomfortable than the one she was in.' or a simple 'as your beta I order you to put her down.' The last one being the one I like the most. It seems like it would get the job done quicker, but I don't. I stay quiet and nod. As calmly as I can, I answer a simple"ok." Knowing I would regret it later I turned away from them to look out the window.