Baca Money And The Power Novels & Stories

“How do you even pronounce those figures in words?” “I believe nine zeroes signify billion.” Jessica whistles. “Seven hundred and twenty-six billion. What would you even do with that kind of money?” I shrug. “Invest to get more, I guess.” “One man having that much seems diabolical. Are you sure he isn’t a vampire? How did you meet his son again?”

“Money. It’s all about money, Terrence. There’s a fortune in this business.” “Bullshit! You don’t care about money!” Terrence exploded. “What about Dad?” “He’s dead,” Marcus said. “Life goes on.” “You don’t give a shit about money. We all have more than we can spend already.” “It’s never enough. Money is also power,” Marcus said flatly, nodding at Christine. “Who is this?”

(*OK) “Now I’m going to ask you something. Who do you think holds the most power in a country?” Ryu asked. His question sounded like a random one with no clear direction. However, Kyoko responded. Ryu hadn’t been making small talk. “The President, Emperor, Prime Minister, King, Sultan.” Kyoko listed all the options, but Ryu shook his head. “Wrong. The answer is money. A lot of money. The person who has the most money holds the power. No matter the country, the answer will always be the same,” Ryu said with a smile, somewhat satisfied to see Kyoko’s subtle reaction of amazement.

(EL POV) "Prepare the documents." Lucah just nodded and signaled to the staff. I will not be surprised if there are lots of postponed documents that needs to be signed and studied. We are not the type of creatures who always like to have their hands stained with blood. We also play a big role at the economy of the world, that is one thing that keeps order to every race. MONEY. The one who possesses money is considered to be a powerful person. I tried to focus on the papers, but I look up at Lucah again.

Densely packed financial statements, bank transfers, asset transfers, and shipping lane and dock transfer documents rolled past one by one. The entire crowd watched in dead silence, not daring to blink. Martin was completely dumbfounded, his mouth hanging wide open in shock. Because beneath all of those documents, in the most prominent position possible, was my name on every single line. I looked at Martin's reaction with satisfaction and snapped my fingers. The screen shifted once again. In the report, a single line of text was exceptionally glaring. [Martin's current assets: 0 dollars [Current total debt exceeds one billion dollars.]

“Alpha, your mansion, your center of dignity, is without money.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, my eyes refusing to glance at the document. “IT MEANS WE HAVE NO MONEY. WE ARE POOR AS FUCK.”

"I have more money than I know what to do with. I have power in the city. You’re just a man on a rock in the middle of the ocean. You have nothing I need." I expected him to get angry. I wanted him to roar at me, to show me the monster I knew was hiding under that expensive shirt. But he just looked amused. He leaned forward, his face inches from mine, and the sheer power coming off him made my breath hitch. "I could buy everything you have with a snap of my fingers, Aria," he said. His voice dangerously low. "Your clinic, your tower, your reputation... I could make them all disappear before lunch. Don't mistake your bank account for real power. In my world, money is just paper. Influence is

“This is satisfying.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Calm down.” “Calm down? Calm down? Katherine, they want to throw hundreds of millions at you. Do you have any idea how fucking crazy that is? People would sell their goddamn souls for a fraction of that.” John leaned in closer, his eyes serious even though his smile didn’t wane. “It’s not just money, Kat,” he stressed softly as if letting me in on a secret. “It’s power we’re talking about. Your company stops surviving and starts leading. You get to set the terms now.”

"You think you have rights. But you have what you said: money. And that hasn't helped you keep anything. Not your reputation, not your son and not your wife. And you still believe in money?" "No," he walked along the marble floor, shows clacking. "The paper itself, is just that's paper. Worth nothing. It's what people think it's worth. That's the power money holds boy." Adrian scoffed. "Boy? I tower over you. You have money, but your body doesn't care. You're dying, no matter how much money throw into it, you can't undo the trauma you inflicted. Look at you, hunched over in sickness and old age."

had utterly crushed in both finance and dignity, forcing him to kneel and apologize before the world. He’s back. “This can’t be,” Ben Carter muttered, his calculating mind frantically processing the variable. “He’s bankrupt, disgraced, blacklisted by the entire Wall Street. He doesn’t even have credit for a cup of coffee at Starbucks. Where did he get the money… to acquire a… shell company?” “He didn’t get the money,” Jack’s voice was low and cold, his gaze fixed on Vance’s inhuman eyes on the screen. “He was ‘given’ money. And power.”