Faking With Benefits Novels & Stories

I rushed the last part out, too nervous to monitor my phrasing. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, dreading his reaction to this insane proposition. The weighted silence stretched out until he finally cleared his throat. "I see. And what's your stance on this... unorthodox publicity moves between us?" My throat felt dry, but I forced myself to hold his intense gaze. "Truthfully? I think it's farcical and demeaning to everything we've built together. You've become an invaluable partner and friend. This whole fake relationship feels like a violation of the trust between us."

"Benefits? Give me a break. They claim the budget is 150 dollars, but the actual cost isn't even 15. Who knows if that meat is just frozen leftovers?" "I wouldn't be surprised if the company is using cheap pre-made food and inflating the cost just to pocket the difference." The lies made my head spin. I looked at the two people gloating in front of me and felt an overwhelming sense of futility. They wanted luxurious benefits, but they also expected an intern to take the fall if something went wrong. They fantasized about blowing things up just so the meal allowance could be converted into cash. Everything I had worked so hard to create, and every careful choice made for their health, had bec

“And what do you get out of it?” He hesitated. “My dad’s been on my back. Says I need to ‘prove’ I’m responsible or he’ll shut down the garage and I’ve got a race coming up with fifty grand on the line. I need his tools and a warehouse of his that he rarely uses. I've asked but he says he doesn't trust me because I'm irresponsible.” “So we both have problems,” I said. “Yeah, and we can both fix them if we fake this.” “I don’t trust you,” I said finally.

he said, smirking, “we could do fake with benefits. Like, really commit to the role.” I punched his arm. “You’re such a dick.” “Yeah, but do you like it?.” “Debatable.” But I was smiling, and my hands were back on him, sliding up his chest. “Fake with benefits sounds like the coward’s way out.” “Maybe.” He kissed my jaw, slowly. “But it also sounds hot.” I laughed, but I couldn't help it. “But you have to make me actually fall for you…..” “And you keep stalling…. But yes…” His hand slid up my thigh, thumb brushing the edge of my underwear. “So what’s it gonna be, Liv? Fake with benefits, or are we going full real and terrifying?”

"They create fake charities, phantom construction firms, and dummy corporations. By the time the money hits a real bank, it looks like clean, legitimate profit." "So we are not just tracking numbers," I reasoned, watching the fake company names flash across the screen. "We are tracking fake businesses." Kade offered a genuine nod of approval. He rested his elbows on the edge of the desk and looked at the screen. "You have to filter the noise," Kade answered, typing a quick command to freeze the scrolling text. "A fake IP bounce happens instantly because a machine generates the signal. A real transfer requires human authorization, so there is always a microsecond delay in the server response.

Pam’s head swiveled like a spectator at a tennis match, probably wondering why both of us had our jaws hanging down to the ground. I snapped my mouth closed and rose to my full height, which was not impressive by any means, but it made me feel more put together, which I desperately needed right about then. Fake it ‘til you make it became my personal motto. “Hello, Mr. er . . . Boston. Lovely to see you again.” I pasted on a sickly sweet smile and tried to quantify the odds that Pam wouldn’t put two and two together about my jerk of a boss. As an accountant, I liked adding and subtracting, not statistics. Pretty sure it was one hundred percent certain I’d be out of a job in three . . . two .

Could it be what the employees claim is true, that performance is being manipulated, wages are being skimmed, short-term benefits are used to pacify them, and then salaries are reduced again under the excuse of poor company performance? This made others start doubting again. I let out a sneer. "Of course not. My company has been around for ten years. For ten years, those benefits have been in place. "If what you say is true, where was I skimming wages from in the beginning when they hadn't even generated any revenue? "Besides, their monthly performance has always been pitifully low. Based on the actual numbers, they don't even make more than five thousand dollars. "But still, I paid them nea

she dropped the bomb with the most unbothered smile on her My jaw hits the floor with a thud "What? What do you mean by faking an illness?" To this she had another prolonged laughter before she stopped to answer "Oh you still haven't put it together... Just how stupid can you be? I was never sick. I just faked it, and Dr Fang here just happened to be in a very tight spot back then... With her help I was able to fabricate everything I needed to make it look like I was actually dying..." She stopped to taking the misery spilling on my face before she continued

the entitlement in his voice was glaring despite the fact that he was the one who needed help. And frankly, all those benefits outlined in the offer letter and a million more weren't enough to even keep me at arms length with a man like him, talk less of being by his side most of the time. I could barely tolerate him even though our interactions were sparse and spaced out, if I agreed to work for him I would surely run mad minutes into my first day. “Just sign that and you’ll never have a worry in life, your benefits are subject to change upon request every three months during your period of employment and you’ll have a retirement fund that can feed nations,” he failed to sound convincing be

Transfer records—the ghost employee files with his authorisation codes stamped on every page. "Fourteen fictitious employees on Bennett Holdings' payroll," I said. "Created using fabricated hiring documents, complete with fake performance reviews, fake disciplinary records, and fake termination dates designed to cycle them off the system before annual reviews could flag them. Monthly salaries totalling approximately two hundred and sixty thousand dollars per quarter, deposited into accounts traced to shell companies controlled by Victoria Bennett." Hart looked down at the documents. His face didn't change, but I watched the colour drain from his neck, creeping upward like water being absorbe