Collateral A Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Asset collateral? Mr. Fuller, are you joking? Nicholls Group's most valuable assets are exactly what we're talking about. If we put them up as collateral, what guarantee would Nicholls Group have left?" "Besides," Aspen's tone grew more pointed, "Fuller Group's acquisition of Nicholls Group is precisely for those assets. Now you want me to put those same assets up as collateral for you? Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?" Colin was left speechless by Aspen's retort, his face turning ashen. He hadn't expected Aspen to be so difficult, refusing to give an inch. Just then, Aspen's phone rang. She glanced at it and a meaningful smile curved her lips.

I nodded. Yes, I understood. The bank was issuing our company a loan, with our assets as collateral. If we defaulted on the loan payment, even once, the bank could seize the company. I signed all the documents. I had a brief moment of panic once the documents were signed. Had I done the right thing?

It worried Maggie but even that worry couldn’t dampen her spirits about the day. Her mother, Lu and Eustace, Sofia, and Wanda rounded out their small wedding party of human guests. Matilda the Bloodhound was given the special job of carrying the rings in a special basket fitted just for the occasion with Deputy Martinez standing by watching with pride. Maggie couldn’t contain her giggles watching the dog walk down the aisle in her pretty pearl collar and satin bow, looking as if she understood the gravity of the task she was asked to perform. It was perfect.

Jordan, who was previously only concerned, now seemed increasingly worried about the developing situation. "What do you mean, Alex? Collateral?" asked Audie, trying to keep his voice calm despite its apparent nervousness. Alex breathed before answering, "Like I said, it's a matter of money. There seems to be an outstanding debt, and this house is listed as part of the collateral. I just came to remind you of the deal that was made." Then, all eyes turned to Audie, waiting for his explanation. Audie looked pressed, his face showing an expression of fear and worry.

“Listen, if you can’t transfer my money right now, you could give me something else…you know…just as collateral.” Confused, I stared at him confusedly. “Collateral?” I retorted. “What are you talking about.” “You know? Something…as insurance…until you run me my money.” He then looked down at my hand. At first I was confused until I looked down. I’d forgotten that I put my father’s watch on before leaving the hospital last. It was a comfort having it on. And now, this bastard was looking at it. “That watch,” he grinned. “That looks like it’s worth quite a bit. It will definitely hold off the news articles and pictures.”

“You keep her under your roof, you make her collateral. You keep her close, and you invite someone to use her.” My skin went cold. Collateral. I’d heard that word in court, in negotiations, in hostage situations, in the business world when someone’s life became a bargaining chip. Hearing it here, on this land, from a man who said it like it was normal… It clarified something for me in a way no legal briefing ever could. The council didn’t protect people. The council protected structure. And they chose collateral fast. I watched Maddox closely. He didn’t look at me.

"Can you imagine? Edmund, who's never had to work hard for anything, suddenly has to deal with a debt of $225,000?" At that, both Mom and Edmund let out a shriek. "What?!" Edmund's face went white with fear, and he grabbed Mom's arm. "Mom! We can't let this happen! I can't be in debt! I need to buy a house and get married! "$225,000? We couldn't pay that back even if we sold everything we own!" Mom always acted tough at home, but when things got serious, she would be the first to back down.

I pressed on, hoping he would discuss the topic because I had been dying from curiosity for ages, the desire to know had only been suppressed but it was not quenched. "The loan shark lends people in the society money and makes them promise they would pay the money back. If they are unable to, be makes them swear of a thing they would use as a collateral for the money they are unable to pay and whenever the date is due, he comes to either collect his money or the collateral. It depends on the borrower." "What is a collateral?" I asked.

I honestly don't know what I keep expecting from him but if this is what marriage is well I have to take what I'm offered besides I was just collateral damage. ‎

Back, forth, left. It goes on like that for a while, until he presses me even closer to him making my breath hitch as a surprise gasp escapes my mouth. He doesn't say anything, and just tightens his grip on my waist, fingers digging slightly into me. I can feel his heartbeat against me. His cologne the only scent I am aware of. His warmth engulfing me like a blanket in winter. His grip centering me and keeps me standing and following the movement of his feet. “You smell so feminine, like a mixture of vanilla and cocoa butter,” I swear he almost purs from how content he sounds.