Banker Novels & Stories

the bank manager explained. “Understood, please proceed,” Samuel responded. “Could you specify the amount that was debited from your account?” the bank manager asked. “I was debited the sum of five billion pounds,” Samuel replied, his anger evident. “What! Five billion pounds? My goodness, that is an enormous amount!” the bank manager exclaimed in disbelief. “Yes,” Samuel confirmed. “And you are certain that you did not make any transactions?” the bank manager continued. “Absolutely not! Do you think I am exaggerating?” Samuel retorted emphatically, striking the manager's desk.

Ahana I hiss as I read the offer letter from VBC International Bank, offended that, after what I thought was a great interview, they have made me an offer for a Banking Officer position, the very same one I have been stuck on at AFIT for way too long. Their reason being that their salary band is way higher than AFIT’s, and my current salary places meets Assistant Banking Officer level in their bank. So, to them, they have actually made me a better offer. I am incensed that my current poor remuneration has been used as their benchmark, and not my pending Master’s degree, or even all my years of experience. Hissing again, I rip the letter to pieces and trash it. This is just one down. Hopefull

Classic and modern at the same time. "Miss Collins," the dark-haired receptionist said, standing, as Isaac opened the front glass door and we entered. "Yes," I replied confidently. "I'm Natalie, Natalie Banks." She came around the large desk. "We've spoken." Her step stuttered as she looked up at Nox. "You're...?" Did her complexion pale? "He's my boyfriend, Lennox Demetri. He's here to support me. I remember. You helped me with my trust fund." She was also the one who'd mentioned Del Mar to me.

"What... is this?" "Your bank account, Madam Anna. Yours." "No." Anna shook her head slowly. "No, that's not right. My account isn't registered at this bank. My balance has three digits — a zero, a decimal point, and two more zeros. You understand what I'm saying?" "Absolutely, Madam," Isabeau said plainly, her mouth pressing together to hold something back. "So why am I seeing — what is that? A two, and then... seven zeros? Isabeau?"

“I’m his banker.” “His personal banker?” “No. For the Tuscan Rose. He uses my bank for the hotel’s finances, and I help manage his payments and assets. He has a hefty loan from me, and I invest his profits to pay off the loan quicker.” The specifics didn’t matter. When her family was ready to come clean, she would know then. It wasn’t my place to get involved.

So, I got ready to go to the back first. “I'll deal with the remaining three million later.” … Half an hour later, I arrived at the bank. As it was an ordinary Thursday afternoon, my turn came almost quickly. The cashier smiled politely. “Good morning, Ma'am. How can I help you today?” I placed the stack of checks on the counter. “I'd like to cash these.” She accepted the stack with a nod and started scanning them one by one, her fingers pressing the keys quickly. Everything seemed normal until her smile slowly disappeared. She typed something and paused, her brows knitting together.

I started to say, actually thinking about it. “Girl, your dad was a financial billionaire, don’t tell me you don’t know sh*t about banks!” She snapped. “Banks don’t just close your account in one year or even two, with money in it without informing you first when you didn’t commit a crime. Besides, if they did close your account, you would have gotten a different message. Insufficient funds means ‘this account is working but there’s absolutely nothing in here’. Wonder why that is? Here’s a hint. Your bitch husband who you want to run back to spent all your money.”

The money coming in last year was 11248 . For a moment, Shehzad felt that the manager was having a stroke. Pranav talked about different kinds of numbers in the same way he had explained it to the workers. He had brought a paper glass along with him. He poured water into it and called it “money coming in.” then he punched a hole into it and called it “money flowing out or wages.” It was a comprehensive description of how, over the years, the manager had screwed the workers. ‘Who is this guy ...’ the manager sputtered. He could feel a thread of sweat running from his temple down his neck as if he was standing in front of a rotary kiln.

After leaving the restaurant, Norman asked his mother, "What's the deal with that guy, Mom? Why'd you slap me and ask me to apologize to him?" "He looks like someone with a low profile, but I can assure you that he's not the kind of person you'd want to offend. He has a bank card that contains one and a half billion, and these cards are issued only to those with that sum in cash. Money's not the main point here though, because only ten of these cards were issued in the entire world, and he happens to have one of them!"

Ibrahim responded. Jonathan gently shook his head. “Do you believe they're that stupid? Using their personal bank account for money laundering is akin to pushing themselves off a cliff. Instead of using their personal account, they use the company's account, and they have accounts in the names of other people. It will appear more like a typical day-to-day business transaction.” Jonathan responded assuredly. “Did you also know that the only people who have access to the company's bank account are Paul Rae and Arthur Jones?" Jonathan elaborated.