Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment Novels & Stories

The journey to Montagu became a significant mission of mine. Finding an apartment to rent was not as difficult as I assumed it would be as many options were open for me. Thanks to the internet. I found the best room at an affordable rate, R1000 rand, not more than that. The room was small in size, the paint on the wall was fading, however there was electricity and the water was safe to drink.

Started pulling clothes out of my closet. "But at least I'll be free." She left an hour later, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows. I sat on my bed, surrounded by half-packed boxes, and let out a long, shaky breath. Three days. I pulled out my phone and opened the rental listings. The first apartment was in Bushwick. Six hundred square feet, fourth-floor walkup, bathroom shared with three other units. Two thousand dollars a month. I made forty-two thousand a year. Before taxes.

“Ami, you can’t save everyone.” “I’m not trying to save him. He doesn’t need saving—just a break.” I shouldn’t be eavesdropping. I turn to head back, but his next words stop me. “We gave him ten thousand to move. He can find a new apartment.” Ten grand? What ten grand?

Nine hundred a month for this apartment isn’t terrible, but I need to check my account to make sure I’ve got enough in there to cover it… I lean back on the couch, scrolling through my tabs until I find my bank app. Logging in to my savings, my eyes widen when I see how much I have left. I thought I had more to stretch, but I know if I move the money for next month’s rent, I won’t be able to replace it. Not without a job, or a car to get to a job… I think about Richard’s offer. Moving in with the Rose brothers sounds like a terrible idea, all things considered.

“You have nothing to do with this.” Andrew was crestfallen, so he could give me the trouble of pressing again. I took him back to the city and I tagged along to rent a one-bedroom apartment. At that point, he didn't expect rent in the city of Seattle to be so high. There was a long silence before he told me. “Lend, 3000 USD. First." He only had 10000 with him. I made a transfer of 5000 and asked. “Are you going to look for a job in the city?”

Forty minutes later I walk out with a new account, a new debit card, and a thick envelope of hundred-dollar bills pressed against Einstein under the duvet. I take a cab to the other side of the city where nobody knows me and I pay the driver extra to wait while I go into a small apartment building and talk to the landlord who has a vacancy on the third floor. One bedroom, old paint, noisy neighbors, perfect. I pay three months rent in cash and he doesn’t ask why I’m barefoot or why I’m wrapped in a hotel duvet. He just gives me the keys. I carry Einstein up three flights of stairs and I open the door and the place smells like dust and old carpet but it’s mine and nobody can find me here toni

I blurted out. He raised an eyebrow, finding my words funny. He considered it a chance to torment me. "How much?" he asked, putting his phone aside and taking a sip of his coffee. It wouldn’t be a bother for him but he would use it to his advantage. "50,000 Dollars." "And what for?" he asked, leaning back. "I need to rent an apartment and get necessary things for my sister, take her from the orphanage and for her education." "You see, Ms. Beth, it's been three months since you have been working here. Just a newbie, it's difficult. I don’t think it’s possible. Unless…"

"I won't let you die. I'll figure something out. I promise." Fifty million dollars. The thought was there again, insistent, impossible to ignore. "Come on. Let's get inside. We need to talk. Plan. Figure this out." I unlocked my apartment with shaking hands, helping Kim inside while Mom followed. My half-cleaned apartment suddenly felt too small, too shabby, too inadequate for the crisis that had just walked through my door. The cleaning supplies were still scattered around. My mop was still standing in the middle of the living room where I'd abandoned it.

He said. I looked back down at the large sum. "I… thank you," I sputtered out The last time, it took me several months of work to pay rent for the shady apartment I lived in. With only this amount, I could have paid several months rent in advance. But that wasn't what I, nor Treasure needed. No. He needed a secured home. I would add it to my other savings, the checks Anne gave me stored away, and now this. Perhaps when I got back, I would add in all the amounts.

Sometimes he had even given them food when they slept hungry. "Two million. That will be enough to build a new house." The landlord said. "Okay. I will give you the money." Amanda said. She now had five million dollars in her account. She had not planned to receive so much money. She will just pay up two million and rest will help look for a better place to stay with her mom. "In one week's time. Or else...." the landlord did not finish his sentence and hung up the phone. Amanda looked at the dimmed phone screen with a complicated gaze.