Corrupted Finn Novels & Stories

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Zack asked. "No…that's not it!" Madison panickedly waved her hands. The man scoffed. "What do you mean that's not it? I still have the transaction details—and the call recordings too." He then turned to Zack. "I've heard so much about you, Dr. Smith. Seeing you reminds me of that poor sister of yours. Her bones were really tough. My men and I had to hammer away for hours before we could finally break them. "She screamed until she lost her voice. Even a drug dealer like me couldn't help but pity her. But I have to say—that sister of yours is truly a wonderful woman. All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched."

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

I go back to my office and light a cigar, but I still rant. The stronzo is dead, but that is not enough for me. The Gabino son follows me. He runs a hand through his hair and whistles to himself: "Cazzo. I screwed up, and I forgot that Lucia was under your protection." I abruptly grab his head and pull it back. "Open your mouth," I order him coldly.

failed. "ERROR," the voice of the High Council spoke from the cyan clouds. "ASSET-VALUE AT ZERO. CONTINUITY IS UNSUSTAINABLE." The Liquidator let out a sound of pure, mechanical agony. He looked at his hands, which were now trembling. "Darlene... the... the files... they’re corrupted..." "No, Jackson," I said, my voice sounding like a thousand bells. "They’re Authentic." The "Bankruptcy" hit the mate-bond.

“Well done, Diana.” Archer was holding back his smile while Janus stood with his head held low. First time, his eyes were not digging a book or shooting daggers at me. That was the strength my father held. “Archer showed me and the committee Fin’s corrupt nature by bribing him to manipulate Janus’ results and Fin agreed. They are digging out all his wrongdoings and so it’d take a week to end him.” My father’s tone turned dark, dripping with foreboding.

Nathan's voice crackled back onto the speaker phone. "Damien. I have something." "Go." "The VPN is routing the messages. Estonia. But the payment method on the VPN account traces back to a prepaid debit card purchased three weeks ago at a Target in Brooklyn. Cash purchase. No ID required. But the security camera footage from the store was flagged as suspicious by an algorithm we pay for. A woman. Late twenties or early thirties. Dark hair. She paid with a hundred-dollar bill. The footage is grainy, but I had it enhanced."

Finn said with a lethal precision that cut straight to the core of my deepest fears. "He kicked you out into the freezing rain because you refused to become a soulless corporate robot like him." "He wanted me to dump you to save a public relations deal and I told him to go to hell," I reminded him while the memory of the screaming match flashed through my tired mind. "Exactly," Finn agreed while pointing a firm finger right at the center of my chest. "You gave up a billion-dollar inheritance just to defend my honor and now you are trying to dump me in an alley behind a dive bar."

"Mommy! You have a beautiful fishtail again! Just like mine!" I smiled through tears and pulled her into my arms. "I’m taking you home, sweetheart. To the deep sea, where we belong." "Jessica, please don’t go!" Trevon's broken voice echoed behind us. I turned and saw the man who once stood so tall and proud now slumped, face red and swollen, slapping himself over and over. "Jessica, Corinne’s gone. There's nothing in our way now. Come back to me. I swear I’ll make it right. I’ll spend the rest of my life taking care of you…"

The Crimson Order: a pillar of society yet shrouded in secrecy! Mysterious benefactors prevent global financial crisis! Benevolent society aids in post-war reconstruction! It was all very frustrating. All of the articles were masterworks of obfuscation. They were always the good guys helping out in some way and working in the background. I looked around for something tangible but I couldnt find it. What exactly was they helping? With whose money? Why were all of their faces so serious? Didnt they ever have a good time? A benevolent bake-off or secret society bowling night? a particular criminal offence. an assassination in politics.