Banker Novels & Stories

The cool air hit me like a wave, and I immediately adjusted my glasses, I had bought to disguised while scanning the room. I kept my face turned slightly away from the security camera in the corner, not wanting to be caught in its gaze. The bank was bustling, a mix of customers and employees moving about like clockwork. I approached the counter, my heart racing. “Good morning,” the banker said, her smile bright but her eyes tired. “How can I help you today?” “I’d like to make a withdrawal,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. The banker raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face. “And what would be your n

the manager said, stone cold. “I don’t understand, Ma’am.” “You don’t understand? All right then. I’ll convince you of your idiocy. The card he was holding is a unique card the bank gives only to customers who have over ten billion bucks in their account.” Ten billion! The teller was utterly stupefied.

His perfect white teeth he was so proud of and added to the allure for the ladies in his legendary career gnash in frustration. He wanted her. Only her. And he was honest about it from the start. The fucking problem was she avoided him like he carried a viral disease. "Any updates from the banks about their card transactions?" Alec asked. Impatience must be a contagious thing. Waiting another day would be too much for him and his tzar. "They...the banks haven't replied yet, general." One of the boys informed them but his digits were a blur on his keyboard typing codes furiously.

The banker's hand hovered in front of Nathan, waiting. In the end, Nathan placed it on the waiting palm. If he had a choice, he wanted to believe her. Even Wilhemina and her clique were paying full attention to Rachel's imminent downfall. The banker then slotted the card into a machine he had brought along that connected to his computer. His hands typed on the keyboard swiftly, consistently, and methodically. Melissa crossed her arms as if she had already won. "I say, can you work faster? You're just wasting everybody's time! What an inefficient worker!"

But I do. For the past two weeks, I have been busy. My company has been going great. All the investors and contracts he has been losing have come to me, and so Bristol-Romano International is growing faster than weeds right now. I am approving more and more as Matteo slips further and further. He will be bankrupt before my daughters are born. That is a fact. I close my laptop as one of the maids enters the family room with my afternoon tea. I thank her and sit back and relax. I look out of the window and see a storm is brewing, kind of like the one inside of me.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Sarah, who in Daniel Cross's network has the resources to breach FBI protective custody? Who's still operational despite the arrests?" Sarah was quiet. Emma could hear movement, a door closing, Sarah finding privacy. "There's one person," Sarah said finally. "Someone Webb mentioned but never named directly. He called them 'the banker.' Said they controlled the money flow for the entire operation. Not just Cross Foundation funds—everything. All the shell companies, all the offshore accounts, all the payments to researchers and officials. Webb was terrified of them." "Did Webb ever describe them? Give any identifying detail

Just as the match was about to come in contact with the highly flammable liquid covering him, his captor extinguished it with a flick. "The banker," He demanded, bringing the burning cigar threateningly close to the man. "Please..." "Let me make this easy for you. There are 7 banks in the East that are capable of financing a mission such as Gerard's. I run money through 4 of them and own the other 2. So tell me, which one?" He brought the cigar impossibly closer, one wrong move and the burning ash will have him combust in flames. "Okay! Okay! I'll tell you!" Theodore relented, watching him pull back the cigar. "The money was wired from the Dundas Bank in the I

I did living halfway across the world in a different country by yourself its gets alonely, yea video calling is great but it compares to nothing when you see them in person . An hour later I get a text from John saying everything is done and working, before he left the house placed the extra key back where it was before . I helped my aunt with her last-minute errands helping her load all of it into her SUV I gave her a hug bye. I walked around the town center for 15 minutes I stopped in this little dress shop to get something to wear tomorrow night walking in to see a red satin dress in the corner on a mannequin as I'm looking at the dress leaves very little the imagination do to the fact th

“ His hands, i saw his hands, Juana, it had scares, there were burns, real burns, I know what i am saying”my restless body,rolling from one edge of the bed to the other. “ i don't know J , he didn't tell me when i would be coming back, if i can recall, Mr white has no idea when his good old assistant would be back home_” “ yes i know the pay is high but _”

At first glance, the man looked slightly like Aramis, but he wasn't. The man was Dudley Baker. "I have lent you money, and you promised to return it double after winning Baccarat. I saw earlier you've lost many times, but of course, that's none of my business. All I want is my money back, and of course, don't forget, with double the amount as you promised." Diora looked at him with a mixture of anger and worry. She had promised to return the loan to Dudley Baker in double the amount. At first, Diora believed she would win after she won two rounds of Baccarat in a row.