Malcolm Butler Career Earnings Novels & Stories

Hey I am Victor Williams, I am 27 years old. I am a Brainiac and an intellectual genius. I graduated two years ago with a first class in Electrical Engineering, but thanks to the economy I am yet to get a good job. But luckily for me I was able to secure a security job at Central Bank of Nigeria at Abuja. The pay is okay, but I am not satisfied with it. Just 50000 Naira per month for a person like me who is a first class university graduate.

Ruby's POV “Please sit.” Malcolm added, motioning to the swivel chair opposite him. I lowered myself to the chair, my knees slightly knocking against each other. My palm rested against the desk. He cleared his throat faintly and began. “There are no surprises here. You already know the main thing, a marriage, strictly contractual. There would be public appearances when necessary. In return, you'll be compensated. I'm thinking nine hundred thousand for a start.” My jaw slightly dropped before I recollected myself. I hadn't expected nine hundred dollars. I kept my expectations low, hundred thousand or even less. I tried to hide my excitement.

"As far as I know, Mr. Malone worked tirelessly at Ms. Shepherd's company for years without even a formal employment contract. "All of his earnings were funneled into a so-called joint account, which Ms. Shepherd managed entirely at her own whim." She gestured for Alex to hand over a document. "Meanwhile, we at Asteria Entertainment have offered him an eight-figure annual salary, plus initial corporate equity." The room erupted into whispers. When Clara's gaze drifted back to Amber, it dripped with irony. "To treat your top revenue generator with such cruelty, Ms. Shepherd, you truly are one of a kind."

And when you have no value to him, he can send you to prison with it so that the rest of your life is ruined! Nate promptly argued, "Don't listen to him! He's an ingrate who recently signed a long-term contract where he'd make ten mil in incentives! Yet now, he's turning around to slander me?! He's not human—he's less than scum!" Jimmy laughed and looked around at everyone before nodding at a man, "Eric, you took a famous golfer's divorce and got seventy million out of his ex-wife and seven million dollars in commission out of the lawsuit.

He was the kind of person that didn't show off. He preferred to keep a low profile and did his things discreetly. “Look Mykel,” I began. “My husband owns properties. Houses, lands, name them. He has cars. He owns a McLaren F1, a Rolls Royce, a BMW, and a Bugatti. He's already a millionaire and will be a billionaire in his thirties. Do you know how many contracts he bags? He has capital!!” Fuck I was pissed. Fucking pissed. No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel.

“If you need a new job or want to come work for me as an assistant, we have an opening.” “Thanks. I work for his son now.” “Ah, okay. Just in case. I don’t mind paying double whatever his son is offering you.” “Really?” I teased. Malik didn’t know that Waylen maintained the salary his father started, a sum above my pay grade. “Triple.” I scoffed. Yeah, he was fucking rich and stupid for throwing out amounts like that. Stretching his hand to me, he said, “May I have your phone, Elizabeth? Please.”

This was the part where I had to play the ambitious son. He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “You’ve done enough handling.” “I’ve been running the front for years,” I said, trying to hold my temper. “I’ve made this family a fortune without problems. Those bastards know what I’m capable of. They don’t fuck with me.” Malcolm sighed, the sound slow and practiced. "I know your value to the firm, Caleb. But you are out of the human trafficking business. Completely. I don’t want the last time mistakes repeating themselves."

(Butler Bang) “...well…that is 20 billion dollars of worth….there..parking on my docks and my parking lots….at the very least…I am satisfied with all the well spent money that I handed out…”.

Wilbur said calmly. Shane smiled, and Whitney went on. "Miser Homer Colt, Kardon Province representative of Vanguard Home Appliances. They make two hundred million dollars in sales every year. Mister Mark Lenkari's family owns a supermarket chain, valued on the market at three hundred million dollars. Mister Astor King here works in cable manufacturing and has a net worth of almost a hundred million dollars." "Wow, you're all so well-achieved for your age." Wilbur smiled politely. Whitney's tone turned cold at once. "Why don't you tell us what you do, Wilbur? I heard you don't even have a job, do you?"

Carlos slammed his hand on the dashboard. “I hope I get a front-row seat to see that,” Malcolm said smiling. “How can they give you three million dollars? Cheapskates, I will double it and give you six million dollars," Carlos said angrily. “Whoa! Six million dollars! Isn't that too much?” Malcom was smiling at his fortunes. "This is merely a tip of what I will give to you if you give me the information I need. You need to go now so they don’t see you with me,” Carlos looked outside.