Malcolm Butler Career Earnings Novels & Stories

“Nine months ago, one of Maledetti Enterprises' now-former managers, Johnattan Mathews, was responsible for quite an important project. Unfortunately, he committed embezzlement, and as his correspondence proves, the one who convinced him to steal the company's money was a man named Charlie Butler.” The detectives exchanged looks, their faces turning pale. I had to admit that the sight was more than just a little satisfying. Morrelli ran his hand through his curly brown hair, then went on, “Mr. Charlie Butler owned a timberyard at that time, at least according to the documents. He offered our manager a certain scheme, which is also explained in the emails that both men exchanged. As a result,

“I’ve got a man. His son worked in Spectrum Paint for ten years. He’s got nerve damage now. Can’t walk right. Can’t remember things. The father’s angry. He’s ready to talk.” I leaned forward. This was bigger than I thought. Another voice apart from Amber’s meant we had a case. “Name?” I asked. “You’ll get the name. And the address. But I want something first. Half now. Half later.” “How much?” “Half a million. 250 now. 250 after you meet him.” I stared. “Too high. 175 now. 175 later.” “Murray Burke is big. You take him down, you’ll become a trillionaire over night. You won’t need to work ever again.”

He picked it up and said, “Hello.” “Boss, we got a problem,” said his butler. Butler Mike have been around since he was born. He is a faithful and loyal servant. His father before him also served his family for many years before he passed away. “What’s up old man?” asked Sebastian. “The money that you gave to Mr. Wood…” “Yeah? What about?” “They spent it all already.” “Hmm, really.” “Yes, more preciously Mrs. Woods spent all of the money.” “The whole two million?”

"Yes. My grants only cover a third of my expenses, and getting a job is my next step. I don't mind getting a job, but most firms would require me to work full-time. I could work somewhere non-accounting, that's part time, but I wouldn’t make nearly enough money to live off of." Kent was nothing like she expected for a billionaire. Her mother might be aware of her new fiancé's wealth, but Bethany doubted it. She’d done her research, though, and knew that McKenzie and Bryant Accounting LLC was a cash cow. If Kent wasn't worth at least thirty billion dollars, Bethany would be surprised. Still, he was far too down to earth, far from what she expected a billionaire to act like. They were supposed