Bonus Sans Depot Novels & Stories

His eyes widens and he struggles even more. I turn to my laptop, at Seth who's waiting for my reply. "Seth." "Yes, boss." "A life for a debt. You know what to do." "As you say." "Mmmm. Mmmm." He struggle. I walk to the laptop and shut it. That is done by the way. As of now he's out of my mind. But I'm not yet done with him. Even in his next life, to borrow from a mafia won't be an option.

"Wu? I'm Timmy's younger sister. Help me do something. The pay will not be lower than my brother's." The other side quickly replied, "As long as the money is paid, we can do anything. But even if you are Boss Horfoud's sister, we still have to follow the rules. Before doing anything, you have to give a deposit. This deposit will not be refunded, regardless of whether it is successful or not." Yosie was impatient. "As long as you do things well, I will give you the money!" "I will send you the account number. You can transfer 200,000 first."

Thinking of this, he opened Flames' Customer Service on Snap Chat. Seth: Are you there? Flames' Customer Service: Yes, I'm here. Seth: If I deposit 200, I get a bonus of 60. So if I deposit 2,000, do I get a bonus of 600? Flames' Customer Service: That's right, you understood correctly. Seth: So I can just transfer the money directly to you, right? Flames' Customer Service: Yes. Seth: Transferring 2,000.

T⁠ony grunted, not looking‍ away from the scr‍een. "We⁠ have two hundred," I⁠ said. "For the first week." "Plus depo‌sit.‌" "​We do not have a dep⁠osi​t," I⁠ said⁠. "But I have l‍abor." Tony looked up. He looked at‍ my hands. They wer⁠e‍ still raw from​ th‍e dishwashing, but⁠ they were⁠ strong. ‌"The boiler breaks," To‌ny said. "You fix it⁠, I waive the⁠ de‌posi​t."

"I am not being chased out of my own market by a nameless competitor unless I’m dead. Do you understand? Go back down there and find a buyer, or find a new job!" Miller scrambled away, nearly tripping over his own feet. I gripped the railing so hard the metal bit into my palms. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. The vibration in my pocket felt like an electric shock. I pulled out my phone, expecting a plea for a meeting or a bank update. Instead, it was a notification from my private account. DEBIT: $300,000.00 – HAUTE BÉBÉ BOUTIQUE. The air left my lungs, and I sank onto a stack of wooden planks, my head spinning. Three hundred thousand dollars. This was the third massive debit this week.

Steven shrugged. Cassian rolled his eyes, “Fine,” he conceded, “You'll find the bonus in your salary this month. Happy?” “Yes.”

I pleaded, but Derick grabbed me by the neck and yanked the money out of my hands. "There's no need to count. You know it's impossible to pay off all the debt. It’ll take you forever, so better put it at the back of your mind—you’ll work for the boss till you die," Derick scoffed, laughing coldly as he walked out the door with the bag