Fake Receipt Maker Novels & Stories

“Alright. While you think up a solution, would you do me a favor? As your boss,” I nodded, then realized what he might want to ask for. But it was already too late. “Would you just act this evening? Once the reception party is over, I will have enough time to convince you instead of forcing you.” I thought about it. “Alright.” Mr Benedetto nodded. “Thank you.” He walked out and soon returned with three dresses still in their packets. “The bank told me you didn't use the money I sent you, so I figured you haven't bought the dresses like I asked you to,” he said, throwing the dresses to me.

I clicked the remote, and a new presentation appeared on the screen. “But not everyone in this room values integrity,” The audience leaned forward as images of fake receipts appeared on the screen. This,” I said, pointing to an image of a receipt, “is a fake purchase order showing Estella’s Designs allegedly buying imitation stones from Stone Co. These documents were submitted anonymously to an industry journalist, sparking the rumors to discredit my business. I clicked again, and a video of the Stone Co. supplier appeared. His greasy smirk filled the screen. “I was paid to forge those receipts,” he admitted in the recording. “Didn’t think twice. Easy money. It wasn’t personal—just business.

So, for this, I drove through the gate of the hotel on this street. “25,000 dollars?” I exclaimed immediately after hearing the insane price the receptionist called to me. Just then, I knew I couldn’t be wasting time. I was a criminal, and criminals like me don’t get caught in a corner. Quickly, I launched a secret app on my phone. This app allowed me to create fake transactions. To the receiver, it always looked genuine. They’d see the alert on their device, and they’d see the money reflect in their bank, but this would only last twenty-four hours because the money would be deducted as it was not real money.

Lily shouted, “The receipt she has was a fake one. Her purpose is to scam our money.” As she said, she took a receipt from the counter and handed it to the police. “This is our store’s official receipt. There’s a security watermark on every piece, but there isn’t one on her receipt. She forged hers.” After the police carefully compared my receipt to the receipt given by Lily, they frowned and looked at me. “Miss Lewis, the receipt you provided is fake.” “No way!” I grabbed the two receipts from the police and carefully compared them. There was a small watermark in the upper right corner on the receipt from Lily, while there was none on mine.