Faking With Benefits Book Novels & Stories

Damien was having a rare peaceful lunch in the outdoor part of the corporate cafeteria when Arsen sat down at his table without an invitation. They had had a few arguments since meeting the princess. Obviously, Mates with Benefits was the dumbest idea his Alpha had come up with to date, but nothing was changing Damien's mind. Arsen even offered to take him to underground shady sex clubs and treat him to anything his Alpha heart and dick desired. Damien looked up from his lunch with an annoyed “What is it?”

There is also a bookshelf and half of it is filled with books. He walked inside and rummaged through the pile of papers and the contents looks like business proposals and memos. He notices a white folder with the logo of Fuenter’s company. It is the business owned by their family that is being managed by Nathan and his mother. He is not shocked upon seeing it there because he already knew that Nathan and his father is hiding in this place. He figured that this is the office of Jerome Fuenter.

After all, the money had already been deposited into my bank account, and the loan shark had left me alone, as promised. "Alright," I murmured, resigned. "What do you want me to do first?" "You’ll go to him. I want you to convince him to grant you an interview." "But how will I—" "I have here some fake credentials for your other jobs," he said casually, pulling a folder from his briefcase and placing it on the table. "If he doubts your skills, this will change his mind. But I want you to play the game. He loves a beautiful, voluptuous woman. Use that to your advantage."

“I’d hoped for a little basic decency, but clearly, that’s beyond you—and your twisted fascination.” Her brows lifted in mock surprise. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she cooed, hands fluttering in faux distress. “I was just curious. We’ve all grown so much since college, and I thought maybe sharing could help bond us and… clear the air.”

She was probably promising him that ten million dollars was on its way, that she just needed a few more days to get the paperwork sorted out. Victor would verify the story, of course. He would call Pinnacle Insurance and ask about Marcus Martinez's policy. And the customer service representative would confirm that yes, there was indeed a policy on file, and yes, Isabella Martinez was now listed as the beneficiary. What Victor wouldn't know is that I arranged for that confirmation through a different contact at the insurance company, someone who owed me a favor and was willing to provide false information for the right price. Isabella would get her extension. Victor would give her a few more

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

“Your office contacted me regarding the Senior Strategic Systems Analyst position. I accepted. Documentation is filed.” Her tone— if tone could be sensed through text, was controlled. There was no pleading in it. Celeste’s jaw tightened. “This is absurd. You forged credentials before. You impersonated—” The woman opened her laptop. “I did,” she typed. “Because I needed access.” The honesty was almost reckless. “But I am qualified.” Before Celeste could interrupt again, the woman turned the laptop toward us. On the screen was a live projection of the Northbridge restructuring file Celeste had just mentioned.

Kara leaned closer, whispering with a grimace, "I know you're Mr. Harper’s friend, but ... can you help me? I faked my status when I applied for a job here." Ben's jaw dropped. "So, Frank didn't know you were a single mother." Kara widened her grin and nodded. "You don't mind, do you?" Ben shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Now, why don't you take me to see Frank?" "Thank you for your wisdom, Sir." They had a small chat as they walked towards the CEO's room. When Kara entered, Frank immediately glared at her with an annoyed look. "Didn't I tell you to buy food?"

"No. If you've been doing your job honestly, you have nothing to worry about. If you've been stealing, lying, or cutting corners—yes, you should be concerned. I will find out." "What about our benefits?" another voice called. "They were cut four years ago…" "Reinstated. Full health insurance, retirement matching, paid time off. I have my mother's original employee handbook. We're going back to that standard." Relief washed across several faces. "What about clients?" someone else asked. "We've been losing them…"

The game was on. Philip created a business profile and send out a post for companies to bid on a 500-million-dollar construction project. He had plans drawn, rules and regulations, requirements, everything. To the average person it looked too good to be true, he also listed bank account information to prove he had the money to pay, within minutes over two hundred companies expressed interest but these were dummy accounts. As Philip scrolled through the requests for into, the one he wanted to see, popped up. It was Ben. Ben had seen the post while he was scrolling the internet for projects he could make money from. It never occurred to him that not only was it fake, but that it was designed s