Malcolm Butler Career Earnings Novels & Stories

"Now, come along. Your new desk is right outside his office. He needs his coffee, and you, apparently, are the only person who can retrieve it for him now." ​I followed Malcolm, my mind reeling. The job I wanted was gone, replaced by a personal servitude position to a tyrant who had just publicly humiliated me. But the money... the money was life-changing. He was buying me. He was buying my silence, my embarrassment, and my skills with a ridiculously high salary.

"Miss Dalton, is this extortion?" "How can it be extortion? It's just that, if you want to turn the page, it's not as simple as bowing. Besides, she hurt Calvert—who is my cash cow. Now that my family is bankrupt and I only have a small stake in the M Group, I'm counting on Calvert to earn more so I can get more dividends. Look at Calvert, his face is injured. This face is the foundation of a male star's career. If it really scars, fifty billion is still too little in my opinion."

“We found out you bought your own firm in Atlanta, so you can see how much of a coincidence this is.” “Carlos, I make ten million in two months. With savings, I can afford over ten firms.” “True, but let’s not forget your orphanage. You spend a lot there, and according to the spending, it’s like two million per month — including the school.” “Carlos, oh my God, I can’t believe you’re stooping this low.” I genuinely couldn’t believe it. “What is it? Is it because I left your firm? Is that it? You want me back?”

Bhyron’s stare is so intense, it makes my heart flutter. “Did you read the agreement you signed?” He asks very, very quietly. I scoff. “It doesn’t matter. We’re only getting married to preserve your inheritance. Nothing more.” He laughs. A deep, absurdly sex belly laugh that has my stomach tightening in awareness. Is there anything this man does that isn’t sexy as hell? Bhyron Macaulay is sex on legs. “The inheritance you’re talking about is worth three hundred billion dollars.” He says humorlessly. “My automobile company made that amount in profits the year I turned twenty-nine.”

"I mean I didn't—you know what, pretend you didn't hear my struggling working class ass ask that question." Jett looked amused. "Mercer Industries is worth approximately one hundred eighty billion dollars." My jaw hit the sheets. "One hundred eighty BILLION?" "Give or take depending on market fluctuations." "Jesus Christ." I stared at him. "And you personally?" I couldn't help being nosy. If I had that level of money I could crush Lucas, Rita…hell even Richard to dust and never work another day in my life. He leaned in, his face inches from mine. I could see the gold flecks in his irises. "That’s a secret. I only share that number on one condition."

“Fine! Fine!” exclaimed Harvey York after hearing Maren Failes putting the blame on him. “Thank Mr. Jackson on my behalf.” “I got it. Maren showed a bright smile. “Right, Harvey. Since your techniques are that impressive, would you like to be a consultant here? “You’ll receive seven hundred and thirty thousand dollars per year! You don’t even need to do anything most of the time! “I’ll only ask of you during special circumstances. “Besides, that money doesn’t even include the bonuses! I’ll even give you all the earnings for curing the patients you treated! How does that sound?”

The old man could see in Elijah's eyes, boldness instead of fear, and he wasn't sure if it was arrogance or pure confidence that fueled those qualities. “Let’s face it, you were like a doormat to the Hayes family more than their son-in-law, and all of sudden, you are making millions of dollars investment in huge companies that should have gone bankrupt and breathing life into them, while claiming the highest share among all the shareholders and earning twice as much. You were supposed to be a deadbeat lowlife, so how you managed to pull such a feat is beyond my knowledge,” Sen. Butcher spoke slowly and calmly. As he finished talking, his hard gaze fell on Elijah, but he didn't flinch under h

This time, it showed a high-resolution photo of a man, along with his bank account's transaction history. The man in the picture was Winnie's cousin, Malcolm Lane, an unremarkable junior buyer in the purchasing department. Over the past six months, his account had mysteriously received three million dollars in unexplained deposits. "This is Malcolm Lane, cousin of our dear Winnie. A year ago, he was still a small-town thug, lazing around back home with nothing to do. Thanks to his cousin's connections, he got himself a job in our purchasing department. "After joining the company, he didn't learn much else, but he sure mastered his talent for taking kickbacks. These three million dollars are

While reading their profiles, I exclaimed, "Woah, I had no idea they were such a big deal." My eyes widened and I covered my mouth in disbelief as I turned the page to the next page. "Raven is on of the backer?" I keep reading his profile and drowning in his earnings. "Around $200 million... per month?! What the fudge?!" "Where are the particulars, Ms. Formosus?" "Oh, my God!" I jumped on my swivel chair and held my chest because of the sudden talk from Mr. Jax. I inhaled and exhaled before facing him.

Newton asked from the side. "That's what it means. So, he had his company back, but while he was toiling to keep it as one of the most profitable business every year, I took 98 percent revenue while I left him with 2 percent." Ryker agreed, glancing at them,"And mind you, it doesn't make less than a billion dollars every year." "So they make not less than 20 million dollars a year. So they are not as reach as they seem." Newton continued. "Exactly. You're just as intelligent as your father." A