Bill Cipher Human Novels & Stories

- Is that why you do this head? - Yes. My tone is dry, but I'm too annoyed to pretend. Alessandro seems to find the entertaining situation. - You really have no patience, huh? I look at him. - Oh sorry, the billionaire, not everyone has the luxury of having staff to do everything in their place. I have to work. He sneers slowly, then advances in a step. - I can fix it. I blink my eyes. - What ? He shruels his shoulders, as if it were obvious.

Her hair was tangled, her body sore not from passion, but from tension. A soft knock came. She stiffened. Her first instinct was to hide. “Enter,” she said weakly. It wasn’t Jeremi. It was Beatrice her new personal Assistant. Her dad had made sure Beatrice went with her, just so that she does not make mistakes. Beatrice stepped inside with the same calculating calm she always wore. Dressed immaculately in a black tailored suit, she held a white envelope in one hand and a tablet in the other. “Good morning, Mrs. Moretti.”

He thrust out a hand for me to shake and said, “Name’s Bill.” I quickly glanced at his mouth. His yellow and brown teeth were crooked and some had gaps between them. He was missing patches of hair from his scalp. I pulled my hand away as soon as possible, repulsed by the sight. I had seen the type many times, and they were never by-the-book PI’s. This man definitely didn’t follow the same moral code my own investigator Gregory did. What the fuck was Adrian doing employing a man like this? "What did you find, Bill?" Adrian asked the man.

Bill replied. Cassandra didn't look surprised, "Hm, it's even stranger that you suddenly have them in such a short time. But, who is that man? Doesn't he mind their things be borrowed?" "A friend. No, he doesn't. He's so rich that what I borrowed doesn't even need to be returned," Bill said. In fact, it was all bought with Bill's own money, all from his hard-earned money as a War General that he had never touched before.

She still spoke like someone from another lifetime. Alice smiled. "Cool." Billie tilted her head at me."Want to see an annoying guy eat his words?" I raised a brow."What's your plan?" Her grin sharpened. "Bet high." Fine. I lifted my paddle. "$80,000!" Bosley didn't even blink. "$90,000!" Billie nudged my arm. "Go up." I smirked. "$150,000!" Bosley's jaw tensed. "$200,000!"

the hot shot Litigator. Tor Huntzburger.

the board had voted her out of the business. So not only did she lose her parents, she lost her dream job, and her father legacy essentially his third child. He had built that company from the ground up, from the start up in their garage to the number one business in Seattle. Everyone in the business world had wishes to work there if they were to make a name for themselves. As of now though there was nothing she could do about it. Now for the last week she has been getting up at dawn and started looking for jobs. Every interview she did went well but she was always too experienced for what the company was looking for. This company was her last resort and it was for a position she could chok

“You know that.” He paced back and forth in the cramped room. Every corner felt as if it were mocking him. The silence made his anger feel even more real. Billy pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant’s number. “Cakra,” he said as soon as the call connected. “Find someone for me.” “Who, Young Master?” “A woman,” Billy replied briefly. “Her name is Thabita Salton.” Cakra paused for a moment. “Description?” Billy smiled faintly, coldly. “Fat. Very easy to recognize. Track her wherever she goes.”