Bank Novels & Stories

I sit straight up in bed. “No. No, no, no, what in the fuck?” I open the banking app so fast my fingers almost trip over themselves. I refresh. Then refresh again. The screen doesn’t change. Frozen. Unavailable. Transactions disabled. My chest tightens. “This is a business account,” I mutter to myself. “Not my personal one.” Then, relief hits, sharp and brief. Good. I already moved some money over. I exhale slowly, forcing myself not to panic as I hit Call Bank.

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Boris pointed out. Dad nodded and called someone on speaker. "Hey, boss" our tracker answered. "You still following her?" he demanded. "Yeah. She's just pulling into the grocery now" he replied. "Send me the address" Dad commanded and hung up. "Lets go get our mates, boy" Dad said as we all stood up.

Lumapit ako kay ate at kinuha ko ang phone ko sa bulsa para irecord ang mga sasabihin niya. Hinawakan ko 'yung isang Mini-House Bank. It is made from wood, popsicle sticks, and paper and it isn't just a normal money bank because it has a boundary that you can separate the coins. It's an upstairs wooden square house painted cream and dark brown. Downstairs has two windows on the left side and three doors. I believe it's a sliding door in a real house. There is a pool in the backyard which is surrounded by plants. It has also room upstairs on the left side with a door in the middle and an open space on the other side that can be u

It means you have to give me a little more time. 'How about the cost of your services? You will need some advance, won't you?' 'Well, well, well. You may not need to bother yourself for now. Let's get somewhere first.' 'No, doctor, I will like to make a small commitment, at least two point five million naira. Which of your bankers would you want to use for this transaction? UBA or First Bank?' 'Well, any of them can go. You already know the hospital's account numbers in these banks at least.'

Firstbank, Lagos. Yaba Branch. Since crowded places made him nauseous, Milkos did not flinch when he got sandwiched into the stuffy Transaction Area of the banking hall. He had come to deposit some cash. The line of people on the deposit queue was almost fifteen feet long. So he opted for a cold cup of water from the dispenser while waiting for the queue to be decongested. When it was finally his turn to perform his transaction, he walked up to the counter, smiled at the beautiful bank representative and slid his fat wad of a thousand naira notes across it, the rep took the money and counted with

“It was just… fun.” “Do you play basketball even now?” Aki-chan asked. “No. I don’t have the time for that now.” I sighed. “I’ve become an adult, haven’t I?” “Who? You?” Hiro-san scoffed. I ignored him. “Ah, Nii-san, what time are you going to work tomorrow?” “07:00 am. Want to go together?” “Yes. Till the Convenience Store. I have a client to meet.” I continued eating. “Adult.” Aki-chan echoed.

She asked confused “That’s not the only one he owns, I think he has multiple” “What!?” “I hear this things don’t have a limit” she said giggling “that is not actually true, there is always a limited amount of cash deposited in them but if that amounts finishes in it you can still use the card as long as you want but the bank would need to verify it’s actually you using the card as it is rear for a black card user to run a deficit or out of cash” I explained and it shocked me, I guess staying with Aryan had actually thought me some things, I looked at Blair and I saw she was shocked as well at my knowledge of a black card and I gave her an awkward smile.

“You’re the one who requested we hold on to it for you and that we did but if you want the cash…” “No, no, You already promised to help me with a silver account if I get the job done so I will get the job done.” “Good, I hope to hear good news.” she says hanging up. I’ve been scammed, big time. In Noel there are different types of bank accounts depending on your social status; Bronze, for the poor, silver for the middle class and gold for the rich. Obviously I have the bronze account which means my bank limit is 100,000 dollars. Anything more and I’ll have to reapply for the silver account but to do that I need proof that the mo

He just stood there, studying my framework like he was reading something I hadn't actually written. "This is good," he finally said, which should have been satisfying but somehow felt like he was about to follow it with a "but." "But?" I said, because I know how people work, and the tone in his voice suggested there absolutely was a but. "But you're missing the story," he said, turning to look at me. "You've got the market position. You've got the consumer psychology. What you don't have is the reason anyone should care." "The reason they should care is that Westbrook's medication is effective," I said. "That's the entire premise of pharmaceutical marketing."