Closing The Books Novels & Stories

I opened the app and saw the money already in my new account. "Now, how do I close the old account?" I asked. "It depends on the bank. In your former bank's case, you can do it through the app itself. But you can also request it from your manager if you have a good relationship." Magellan explained. "I'll do it directly through the app. Can you help me?" He smiled and guided me. In five minutes, my old account was closed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost closing time. The school reps had all been punctual, for which he was grateful. All orders were gone by six as expected. Now he started the pre-close activity - running a dust mop over the hardwood floor, filling out the nightly close sheet. The next half hour passed quickly, and he was able to lock the door. He texted Faith, See you in twenty. He went upstairs, took a lightning-fast shower, and dressed, then checked his watch as he locked the front door behind him.

She walked close to me and gave me the records of the company’s account to the recent ones. The last one withdrew every bit of the money left in the account. The description displayed there was blank. “Alright, always keep an eye on the description, it might come at any time and still go blank again, just keep a very close eye on this particular description. This isn't the time to shed tears, the one I shed earlier was enough. “Alright, ma'am,” Sophia said and walked away. It was towards evening so I told everyone to close and go home, we would try again tomorrow.

Quickly knocking and bursting in, the finance director ran to Trever’s desk and announced the urgency. “Sir, the banks have all called in their loans and closed all accounts!” The man exclaimed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “What? How could they do that? We’re not delayed on the payment! OW!” Mr. Trever exclaimed, standing up suddenly, not giving the other person under his desk enough time to stop what she was doing, and her teeth grazed his manhood painfully.

When done correctly, everything fits together in neat little packages that can change the world. “Miss, the library is closing in fifteen minutes. Time to wrap things up,” the librarian’s voice rings in my ears. I look up and see her smiling at me. “Excuse me?” my eyebrows knit, trying to understand what she is telling me. “It’s almost nine p.m. We're going to be closing soon. I can take those reference books and shelve them for you if you’d like.” Her demeanor is calm and friendly as I orient myself. “I-I’m sorry. I lost track of time.” My smile back is weak, but genuine. “If you could put the books away, please, that would be great. I just have to finish typing this paragraph and I will be

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

Michael's pov - The whole day, it took time with several meetings to detect mostly the projects of our group which are at a loss. But in this, the book publishing company has been in full loss for years. I have to discuss this with Dad. I don't have any other option right now. I have to shut down that company. "What are you thinking, Mick?" Jack enters with a file. "Pattinson Publication. It's been a loss for so many years. I think we should close this company." I look into his eyes from my computer screen.

"Just the closing of the account." BANG.

We are closing this book tomorrow, and I'm so freaking grateful to everyone who has been on this journey with me from book one. Anyways, catch you all tomorrow for the finale! Sincerely, Author Rever.

I looked up again, paranoid that some person would walk in even though I had locked the door and no person would be able to enter. I looked back down and hurriedly took out the books before I began to page through them. I have never been so glad to be able to read as I am at this moment, or else it would have been futile for me to even be prying. I opened the first leather bound book and found it to be a book on receipts of payments. I paged through it to make sure, and was met with the same thing with each turn of the page. I closed the book and moved on to the next. I was met with more receipt books recording payments made for me.