Mike Teller Novels & Stories

"Mike, it's two in the afternoon, we just had lunch two hours ago, and you're already thinking about dinner?" "I shouldn't have mentioned. My bad." He turned and was about to leave, as if what I had just said didn't matter at all. Then he paused, maybe remembering something. "Sir, are you going to let her go just like that?" I groaned in disbelief. "Dude, I hate it when you call me sir." "Sorry, Mr. Walton--" "--oh for the love of God--" "--I'm talking about that smart finance assistant." Mike successfully ignored me and went on with his little talk. "She left in her resignation letter yesterday already, but I don't like that she's leaving so suddenly."

Mike knew he couldn't touch that money before the wedding, and he didn't want the assets he was targeting to decrease by even a cent. "Fine," Mike hissed, his voice sounding like a snake preparing to strike. "You can work there. But remember, everything that happens at that office, you must tell me. Understand?" "Of course, Mike. I'll tell you everything," I promised, though I was laughing inside. After Lucy said her goodbyes and left, the house fell silent again. I went into the bedroom, locked the door, and sighed in relief. However, that relief didn't last long. My phone vibrated. A message arrived from Jack Miller.

"Who allowed you guys to open the door? Didn't I say that today is a holiday and no one is allowed back in the laboratory? How dare you ignore my orders? Who the hell…" "Ms. Moore, aren't you a delight?" Mike walked in unhurriedly with his shiny leather shoes before slowly raising his head to look at her. "It's you?!" She was startled before she quickly pieced the puzzle together. "It was you who tipped her off and told her not to come?" "Who? I don't know who you're talking about?" He looked confused. However, Rhea did not buy it. She gritted her teeth angrily. "Not bad, Mike! Do you know what you just did?! Don't think that you're a big deal just because of the money you've put in. Your mo

He nodded once. “You’re welcome.” Then a thought suddenly crossed my mind. A very interesting thought. My lips curved slightly. “Actually,” I said slowly, “can I make a report too?” Mike looked genuinely puzzled. “A report?” “Yes.” He shrugged lightly. “Sure.” I leaned forward slightly in my chair. “I happen to know someone,” I said carefully, “who has evaded over twenty million dollars in taxes.” The relaxed look on Mike’s face disappeared immediately. His eyes widened sharply. “What?”

He explained everything patiently. His hands intertwined in his lap. Xander already knew what he meant by those things he associated with - Mafia. Doctor Mike has been a part of the Mafia since a long time. He knows more about poisons, weapons and their treatment than any other doctor which makes Xander rely on him. "Why did you tell me she attempted to kill herself then?" Xander finally spoke. His voice low and hard. His mind couldn't get around the fact that Mike lied. Why would he lie to him? He thought internally.

“Because I’m good at my job.” I held her gaze. “Who is he.” She didn’t miss the shift. I wasn’t asking if. I was asking who. “Roger Teller,” she said. The name hit a file in my head immediately. Not because I’d met him. Because Elias had mentioned it once, months ago, in the context of “humans we don’t worry about.” I kept my face neutral. “And he’s discreet?” “He’s discreet,” Jordan confirmed. “He’s licensed. He’s careful. And he works with me on half my cases. Which means he trusts my judgment and he won’t freelance.”

he said with a smug grin as he stood up from his desk, walked towards her, and stretched out his hands for the money. “No way, Mike, you are lying.” Ana Sophia whined and with a wide grin on his face, Mike brought out a sheet of A4 paper, which he stored in his side pocket, it was a summary of all his arrests for the day. With a sigh, Ana Sophia brought out five dollars from her pocket and angrily handed it to Mike. Just as she was about to clock out for the day, Mike called out to her. “Gonzalez!” he shouted, causing her to turn around.

She felt quiet for a second, but then agreed after thinking about something, "Alright, then I will do as you said, but in exchange, show me what you got about Caleb. I want the truth." Her words were sharp and clear, making him smirk instantly, "So, you finally learned something." "Yes." Her jaw clenched, "I know, he and his family are lying to me about his past. So, tell me everything. I want truth, Mike." Hearing her, he nodded confidently, "Alright, I will show you everything." "Mr Mike, we are glad to sign this 500 million dollar project deal with you." The Dealer shook hands with Mike. "It's an absolutely great deal for me as well." He politely smiled as he shook hands with him.

“If you’ll allow me a moment, Luna, I will retrieve the documents required for processing.” I nodded, stepping slightly to the side while Lucas leaned toward me with barely contained glee. “Oh, this is going to be good. Can you imagine Alexander’s face when he realizes you—a billion dollars richer—don’t need him for anything anymore?” “Keep quiet,” I hissed softly, though his words sparked a brief flicker of satisfaction in me. Moments later, the teller reappeared, this time accompanied by another, older wolf. His dark, stern face betrayed his rank—a senior officer of the bank. His serious gaze scanned the check before speaking.

Mike immediately whipped out a bottle of some supposedly unknown liquid—just bottled water—and held it over his head, shouting, "Whoever comes closer, I'll die right here! Then your hotel can deal with a death on its hands!" The guards hesitated, wary of escalating the situation. By the time I arrived, I caught Mike in the middle of pouring out his grievances to a livestreaming influencer. "Folks, judge for yourselves! I'm just an ordinary worker—how could I possibly spend 200,000 on one meal? It was a setup! Jennifer Goodlander pretends to be proper, but her private life is a mess! She tried to keep me as her boy toy. When I refused, she retaliated!"