Fin Ending Novels & Stories

🌸Eden🌸 Fun times with Finn were over. He wasn’t based in this city, but he had been here for a business trip. Now, it was time for him to go back to New York. While the staff prepared his things to leave, his assistant, Sophie, was busy helping him with everything. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of this moment. It was hard to believe that after everything, he was really leaving. I stood by, my hands clutching the straps of my bag, watching him get ready. I wanted to say goodbye, but the words felt stuck in my throat. Finally, I stepped up to him. “I’m going to miss you,” I said softly, holding his hands.

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A crystal glass of lukewarm water sat untouched beside his leather-bound daily planner. Across the room, Dominic Vance paced back and forth over the Persian rug like a caged animal, his silver hair disheveled, his silk tie loosened at the collar. "Do you have any idea what FinCEN is going to do with this?" Dominic demanded, slamming his palm down on the back of a leather armchair. "Thirty million dollars! Wire-transferred through a Seychellois shell corporation forty-five seconds after the gavel fell! The Treasury Department has already flagged the clearing house in Zurich!"

“So what do you think?” I opened my eyes. The city was gone, but that hushed voice remained in the back of my mind, lurking from the shadows. Bobby nodded. “It’s got a weird timing to it, but that’s not a bad thing.” “I think the bass will drive the song,” Hank said. “What about you, Aidan?” “I dig it,” I said. “What’re you calling it?” Johnny smiled. “This one’s called ‘The Final Reconciliation.’ I think the whole album will be called that.”

Filling them up for Finn. “In second place was me, at twelve.” The bar cheered again but went hush as Finn stepped down off the stool and stood in front of his line of shots. He kept a glass of lemon juice and he downed half of it before he started pounding back the shots. He got to six, halfway before he coughed. The people close enough to see him take the rest of the sip of lemon juice laughed but he continued through the last six, slamming the last shot glass down into the sink, shattering it. The bar erupted again in cheers and full blown hysterics.

"I am paying you to give me a name. Who bought the ten percent?" Finn closed the folder. He looked up at me with terrified eyes. "We don't know," he whispered. The room went completely silent. I could only hear the sound of the rain hitting the thick glass windows behind me. I slowly stood up straight. "Excuse me?" "We failed, sir," he said quickly, the words rushing out of his mouth in a panic. "The digital wall is unbreakable. The money did not just come from one place. It bounced through twenty different shell companies then to Switzerland, then through a dozen crypto wallets, and finally into a blind trust."

Fini is one of her best friends who is too sensitive to all the expressions that appear on Zeline's face. "Wh-what?" Zeline asked Fini nervously. Fini put out the cigarette she had half-smoked into the ashtray. Her gaze was fixed on Zeline. Zeline prayed that Fini did not ask the strange thing as she did earlier with Fello. "What have you done with Fello?" Right on target, Zeline's thoughts did not miss. Fini must have asked questions related to her business with Fello. Mesya and Vera also approached, were also interested in this discussion.

Finn's POV In the conference room of a downtown law firm, Finn held a pen and signed his name on the final document. The scratch of the nib on paper was the only sound in the quiet room. "Mr. Cross, are you certain you wish to transfer all of your personal assets—including your law firm shares, the Mount Pleasant estate, your Mercedes sports car, and all investment portfolios, totaling $48 million—to the 'Sterling Justice Foundation'?" the notary confirmed one last time.

Fin said jokingly as Beatrice focused her attention on her boss while some executives chuckled. 'Was that supposed to be funny to them?' Beatrice thought snapping her head towards them not when her world was about to crumble in her very face. "Fintai technology will be sold to ClAK limited," Mr. Fin announced and that was enough for Beatrice's world to crash down. "What?" She questioned unknowingly as her eyes widened in agony. The people near her stared at her like does she have a problem with the situation on the ground she immediately cautioned herself. She stared at those she knew to be executives of the company and wondered why they weren't opposed to what Mr. Fin said.

The sight of the intimidating billionaire taking a sports competition so seriously made Autumn burst into a bright laugh from the sidelines, her stress melting away. Fin ran the first leg of the race, his little legs moving as fast as they could go. He scrambled toward the transition zone and slapped the wooden baton directly into Eric’s waiting hand. The moment the baton touched his palm, Eric took off like a bullet. His powerful strides easily ate up the track, leaving the other fathers far behind as he crossed the finish line in first place, securing a gold medal for a screaming, jumping Fin. By the time the afternoon sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the school grounds, t