Fin Ending Novels & Stories

They finally finished eating when the time hit on 12:45pm, when they stood up, I also followed them and threw the paper plates that we used in eating. Before going outside, we washed our hands from the mini restroom in the cafeteria and then started heading out. While we are about to go out, I secretly glanced at Otis' table but now they are talking seriously and so I started to walk out of the cafeteria together with these two girls. "Gosh, it is almost time! We can't have the chance to retouch!" Sishy screeched when she saw the time from her wristwatch. I rolled my eyes because of her reaction, it's because of them being so bully of me!

We are finally together again… The END.

Mike replied shamelessly sipping his wine. "By framing Ted you couldn't get much money Mike. He is not that much rich now. The loss he got from compensating the driver and the organization is very huge." Lisa said reasonably. "Haha.... who's saying I'm interested in Ted's money? He is a penniless man now. I am talking about the person who paid me for framing him." Mike smiled evilly while staring at the glass of wine in his hand. "What do you mean?" "Do you remember that dinner we had with Mr. Carlos?" Mike asked out of blue.

Naomi was speechless for a moment, but her glare burned with pure resentment. After Naomi stormed out, I handed a thick stack of confirmation forms to Lincoln Brooks, the head of finance. "Mr. Brooks, I've compiled all of this month's orders according to company procedure. Please review and sign once everything is correct. After that, I'll personally verify each order with our partners, and as soon as the review is complete, I'll submit the documents to the finance office immediately." Before I could finish, Lincoln interrupted sharply, "Maddie, this won't do! It's already the end of the month. Without these files, the company can't file taxes. This is serious! We need to make an exception.

With my death, Jeff would have seized control of both the Cunningham and Gibson fortunes. Wynnie stormed into the room, evidence in hand, and flung it at my parents. They froze, shock written all over their faces. "Jeff, is this for real?! Why on earth would you do this?" Alice stared at Jeff, her eyes wide with disbelief. Jeff went white as a sheet. "Wynnie, you went behind my back to dig up dirt on me! Am I really less important to you now than Kelvin?!" His eyes were wild with panic, but it was the guilt that shone through the most.

Home. THE END.

Brook’s voice was low, clipped, already typing on his encrypted tablet. “Any limits?” “None. No filters. I want every name that even sneezed near that boardroom last quarter.” “Copy.” Finn, a slender man in a sleek suit, held a digital notepad and stylus as he kept pace. His energy was the opposite of Brook’s quiet but sharp, always one breath ahead. “The 3:00 a.m. transaction,” Zogo said, still facing forward. “Report.” Finn adjusted his glasses. “Mostly smooth. Payments cleared. Routes secured through Country B and Country C. But there’s a snag.”

The pen slipped from his fingers and rolled across the desk, stopping near his elbow. Mia bit her lower lip, watching the color drain slightly from his face. “Who confirmed this?” Alex asked in a low, firm tone. “Mr. Gideon from the finance team, sir. He verified it before lunch.” Alex stood up suddenly, the chair sliding backward and hitting the wall with a soft thud. He walked around the table, his hands in his pockets, pacing slowly. His mind was spinning, but his face gave away nothing but cold control. “Alright,” he said finally, voice low. “You can go now, Mia.”

After all, the Summers Group shares were finally in his son's name, indirectly under his control. The Summers Group was the country's leading tech company; no media outlet would dare cross them. Hence, he believed that whatever happened that day, whatever was seen or heard, would be his final narrative to manipulate. Zayn cleared his throat and said, "Candice, switching the eggs was unfortunate but necessary. You carried Lucas. So, you deserve some credit. "If you leave the Summers Group quietly, I'll have Lucas give you a monthly allowance of 500 dollars—enough to keep you from starving."