Mike Teller の小説・ストーリー

he asked during the interview. "I ran a company" I said. "I dealt with clients and employees. I can handle customer service." "You know how to make drinks" Mike asked. "I can learn" I said. "I'm a fast learner. I need this job. I'll work hard." Mike looked at me for a long moment. "You're the guy from that book aren't you" he said. "The Karen Tyler thing. The affair and the trial." "Yes" I admitted. There was no point lying. "That's me. But I'm just trying to make a living. Support my son. I'll be a good employee I promise."

Kian responds. Mike chuckles, “Anything else you’d like to know, officers?” “That’s all, we’ll—” I spin to look at the cops, unable to believe my ears. On the way here, I told them everything Tammy told me. Every single reason Mike has to want her dead. I know it deep in my bones that he is a fraud and he is responsible for whatever happened to my father. And he would kill someone to keep that secret and every other secret he has.

“I am Jonathan D. Whits and I am sure you must have heard of me.’ The way he spoke was too smooth almost hypnotizing. No wonder he was a good interrogator. Elaine gasped seeing her idol. How could she not know him? He was the Top criminal detective who had undergone hundreds of undercover missions. Seeing the look on their face he smiled and proceeded the ceremony. “I have nothing more to say. Now the rest will be told by our special guest today, our proud graduate Mr. Michael Tyrell.” He gave a clap when a man entered the stage. A young man with a blonde hair tied in ponytail and wearing a black suit that highlighted his godly thighs and long legs with his broad shoulder stood in front of t

“No, no, boss, I don’t want the money. Just spare my legs. I—I have another plan. I can make an arrangement with one of the doctors inside the hospital. How about that?” I nodded. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. You’re actually smart, but if the plan fails, I will break your legs! Understand? And make sure to tell them to put you in the same room as Ethan Miller.” “Yes, boss,” Micah responded as he ran off to the hospital. A few minutes later, he came back again. Two nurses followed behind him with a wheelchair. When they saw me, they were shocked. “It’s Mr. Richard Anderson, the richest man in America!” one of the nurses screamed in excitement. I gestured for her to keep quiet and carr

I urged him and he hiss loudly. "The thief is Denver, your previous lawyer who had been making away with some of your money and to worsen the situation, he just made you sign off a huge sum of money to his name. Seems you are not too smart like i think" Micheal dropped the bombshell and staggered a little but still stood to my ground. "I knew this but decided to keep my cool. He has bitten more than he can chew, where is he?" I questioned furiously stomping my foot on the ground angrily standing up from my sturdy chair.

"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."

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

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?”

Oh to be a computer guru. " He's just like every other journalist, digging for stories that would make the papers, the only thing strange is...." I drew closer, my hears perking for any information I could get. " He recently a penthouse in New York and a house in South Florida, and that's not what's strange. He's invested in lands and many companies," Mike went on. " That money surely couldn't be made from just being a journalist," I stated. " And the fact he just bought them means he was paid a huge sum to publish that news."

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.