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“Good morning, Ma’am.” In her hands rested a cream-colored envelope. She held it out respectfully. “Master asked me to deliver this to you.” I put my phone down. “The bill already?” Lilly nodded. “Yes.” I rolled my eyes. “He really couldn't wait.” Taking the envelope, I muttered under my breath. “What is it? Eighty dollars? A hundred? Zack has to take such an amount from me despite being a billionaire. He is so stingy…” I unfolded the paper, my eyes skimming the text quickly. But the thought of paying him back quickly quieted as I reached the net bill.

"Fully covering the raised Class-3 bond for Caldwell Dispatch Services. Issue my receipt and release my dispatch codes." Vance’s jaw twitched. He reached out with trembling fingers, unzipping the top of the canvas bag, staring down at the thick stacks of paper bills. "I... I have to verify every bill with the treasury scanner," Vance stammered, his face turning red as his corporate arrogance crumbled into panic. "This will take hours…" "Scan them," Miller growled, stepping up beside me, his massive frame casting a heavy shadow over Vance’s desk. "We’ll wait right here."

My fiancee, Ruby Gordon, is the richest person in Glenridge. Yet on day one, she demands we split everything 50-50. "It's the only way I'll know you actually love me and aren't just after my money," she says. I really do love her, so I agree. Five years pass like this. We split the cost of the leather shoes she buys me. We split the pre-marital health checkup. We even split our 5000-dollar rent. Then, one week before our wedding, Mom ends up in the hospital after a car crash. Two bills hit my phone at the same time. One is a 12,000-dollar surgery fee for Mom. The other is my 1,000-dollar share for the wedding suit. Looking at my bank balance, which contains less than 1,000 dollar

I rode overnight in the cheapest coach seat I could get to negotiate a deal for the company. Sticking strictly to the company's meal allowance, I treated the client, Caelum Worthington, to a 10-dollar takeout meal. I never expected us to hit it off so well that he started calling me "Bro" on the spot. He took me straight to the most exclusive club in the city and dropped 50,000 dollars on the full VIP treatment. When I returned to the office, I only submitted a few takeout-meal receipts for reimbursement. Then, out of nowhere, my boss, Oscar Richmond, threw the 50,000-dollar bill from the club right in my face. "You went to negotiate with a client, and you let him pay to entertain you?

Richard doesn't waste time on pleasantries. Miller gestures to his left, where the camera pans to show a table covered in stacks of hundred-dollar bills. "One hundred million US dollars, verified by our counting machines and spot-checked manually. All non-sequential bills, mixed dates, and untraceable per your requirements." He picks up a stack, riffles through it in front of the camera. "We're using four cases, twenty-five million per case. Would you like us to count specific stacks on camera?" "I want to see the locking mechanism."

"The billing administrator will be right out." A moment later, a woman in business attire appears. She looks tired. "Ms. Bennett. Please, come to my office." The billing office is small, windowless, and crowded with filing cabinets. I sit in the chair. "I understand you want to make a payment?" "Yes. One month. $8,000." I pull out the envelope. The cash makes a thick thud on the desk. She doesn't open it. She doesn't even touch it. "Ms. Bennett, I'm sorry. We can't accept payment from you."

my boss sounded so sure about something that he still didn't know what it was. "Well, that's the way it is, Dalton, keep this document in your safe and when the race is over we'll claim that prize we've been longing for so much." I don't know what these two were referring to, but it was surely some business or something, because if a document was so important as to put it in a safe, something serious had been written there. Immediately I heard footsteps approaching the door so I moved away a little. “ America”Billie had changed her mood from the one she had inside Dalton's office, it seemed that she had seen a ghost and she didn't understand why”what are you doing here? how long have you bee

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Willow said calmly, she was trying her best not to be loud. I was thrilled, what did I just hear? I knew that my mother had a plan, I suspected it but never did I imagine it was this big, I gritted my teeth in rage, I wanted to confront her then I paused, she handed a file over to Riley. “Finn is the heir apparent to the Caddel’s fortune, they might be going bankrupt but they are worth more than we can imagine, take this with you, make sure Finn signs it and this company will be ours and you wouldn’t have to walk down the aisle with him next Saturday” she smirked.

Status - Received Raw Bill- 5 000 0000 INR Total bill including all taxes - 5 001 4589 INR Bill status- Received. Thank you for visiting us again! My eyes moved up towards the price again. 7 zeros! Means millions Means 50 million! What? What? What? In the mess of avoiding Sahir & his chasing after me, I completely forgot about how we forged Sultan's money. 'It means the signature of Sultan, which Sahir forged, processed ahead. Now, what will happen when Sultan will find out about this? Of course idiot, he must have received the message of bank transaction, Oh My Allah...