From The Trash Man To The Cash Man Novels & Stories

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."

"Order now, everyone! Last hundred units! Get in while you can!" Then Hammer arrived with his entire army. Millions of viewers flooded Aunt Sandra's stream at once. "So this is the stream where the boss pocketed her intern's $400,000 commission and had the nerve to call it saving it for her?" Hammer's voice boomed through the feed. "Truly something else. The owner herself reaching into her own employee's pocket. You really do see everything in this life. "Take a look at these products, folks. Are you going to sell unlabeled garbage face cream? Don't let anyone here get scammed."

I sat on the bed. I couldn’t just wait for Marco. I needed to find a way to escape this place myself. A few moments later, the door opened. I scrambled to the far side of the bed as a man entered carrying a tray and a paper bag. He placed them on the bed. “Eat,” he said. “Clean yourself.” I just stared at him without saying a word. He didn’t wait for a reply and left immediately after setting everything down. I approached the tray and examined its contents. There was meat, some fruits, and a bottle of water. I didn’t know what kind of meat it was, but it looked decent. The paper bag contained toiletries and a simple dress, along with underwear.

“Anything that looks like it doesn’t belong.” They split up, each of them taking a different row of crates to search. The tension was palpable, every creak and groan of the building setting their nerves on edge. Sophia’s hands shook as she opened one of the crates, her breath catching in her throat as she saw what was inside. It was filled with stacks of cash, neatly bundled and arranged in rows. This wasn’t just dirty money—this was a fortune, the kind of money that could buy influence, power, and silence. And it was all here, hidden away in this forgotten corner of the city.

he yells with happiness, in his hand is one of the boxes where we kept the cash, the three hundred thousand dollars. “Money!” He yells out throwing the lump of cash to his boss who catches it easily “Jackpot” he smirks turning to us, “So you were right?” He continues approaching us “I told you, leave and you can collect all the money, share it, go to some strip club with it, buy drugs, I don’t care but leave,” Francesca says her voice filled with annoyance

The man glanced at Suzy, and with her silent signal, he spoke into the phone, “How long did it take with the last woman? Hurry up and quit wasting my time—I need the cash now!” The voice on the other end sounded reassured. “Alright, I’ll send the money over in a bit.” Following Suzy’s instructions, the man continued, “Forget a transfer. I want cash! You wouldn’t hand out a hundred thousand dollars just for me to sleep with some random woman unless she was important. Using an account could be risky; cash is safer.” There was a pause as the person on the line seemed to consider this. After a moment, he agreed. “Fine, I’ll get the cash together by tomorrow.”

He orders everyone to leave the room. “We both know that Amos had great tactics concerning money laundering…The night he was killed, he was returning from a transaction…We found it out last night when we were going through the CCTV clips from the nearby alley, our hackers retrieved the videos which were previously deleted,” Javed sounded convincing. He played the video, and in it, I saw him holding a metallic suitcase pacing here and there, confused which is unlike him.

I run as fast as my legs can carry me, if I can just make it to the bus stop which isn't really far from here, I'll be relieved. I look back to see two heavily built men chasing me. I pick up my speed and just as I'm about to make a bend into the next street, I feel tough hands grip my arm and I nearly fall but the grip is strong enough to keep me steady. I struggle against the grip even if I know my efforts are useless. The second man yanks me back and I gasp as I crash into his large chest. My duffel falls down but one of them picks it up and they both drag me back to my doom, back to Aunt Stacey's house.

She wanted to stick her tongue out at the woman who stared wide eyed at her. Once in the elevator she felt to awkward to just silently stand there. "So, Mr. Maddox is the CEO am I right?" She was completely taken by surprise at the news, she saw the darker skinned one nod before he adverted his eyes again. "And you guys work for him?" She couldn't help but ask the most obvious questions. She saw them nod again and luckily not seconds later the elevator pinged letting them know they had arrived.

I motioned for him to take a seat, my voice sharp with annoyance. He stumbled forward, dropping a large, ominous suitcase onto the floor. The weighty thud echoed in the room, With a swift gesture, I signaled one of my men to open the case, my heart pounding in anticipation. As the lid creaked open. Stacks upon stacks of cash greeted my gaze, shimmering in the dim light. A smile slowly spread across my face, a mixture of satisfaction and excitement. This was it, the successful completion of the deal I had worked so hard for. After losing so much money some months back I had finally recovered everything in one goal.