Mike Teller Novels & Stories

“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.

I slid down the screen to uncover a message from my banker. ~Mr. Maximilian McTavish, a cashier's check from your account, has been cashed in the amount of $155,000.~ I threw my head back and laughed. "OK Meredith, I understand you enjoy playing dirty," I got serious now. "Let the games begin."

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!"

Jesse imitated him and Mike exhaled relieved. “What?” Jesse asked. “You didn’t change. You are the same as before. “ “Well.. you look quite different. “ “Really?” “Mhm. “ Jesse said. “I thought you were with the CIA, the big boss thing and everything. What happened?” “Yeah, I…” Mike picked up his cigarettes and took one out. “I quit. “ “You quit? Seriously?” “Yeah. “ Jesse frowned. “I tried to call you, but I never got in touch. “

Emmett asks; hitting the green answer button on his phone to speak with his private investigator. “Nothing” Mike replies with a sigh. ‘Huh?’ Emmert exclaims to himself. “Nothing; what do you mean by nothing? There must be something” Emmett asks confused; running his hand through his hair. “It’s not really nothing” Mike states down the phone. “She has a social security number and a bank account containing $6.2 million; a twitter account she rarely updates. Owns a penthouse apartment in the city. Has a bodyguard/chauffer by the name of Vincent Armalli and a personal assistant called Tiffany Walker.”

He announced casually, as if it was fine. "What?" I nearly shrieked. "I didn’t do anything." The teller, Derek, looked at me with a weird mix of concern and disbelief. "Are you sure? Miss Rogers, nobody can hack your account. You personally built your security system." He laughed like I was joking. Something in his tone irritated me. He sounded like he was accusing me. "You’re saying I’m lying?" My voice rose dangerously. "My money is gone, and you’re laughing?" I slammed my hand on the desk, enjoying the way he flinched.

Elle explains. Before I can respond to her, my phone vibrates in my suit pocket. It’s probably from my mother who’s already aware of what happened in the meeting, I’m sure Dad filled the gap for her. I fish it out, and surprisingly, it’s not Mom. It’s Mike King, Dad’s old friend. The owner of hotel chains and restaurants. He’s one of the few people I respected most. One of the richest men, and he’s currently funding research for cancer treatment that has lesser side effects. Unfortunately, his wife has suffered from cancer once. Now Catie is a cancer-free.

Mike inquired, carefully removing his suit jacket and draping it over the back of his chair. “Yes sir but why are you here, shouldn’t you be enjoying the bliss of married life?” Jonathan playfully remarked. Mike couldn’t help but chuckled as he sorted through some documents. “So how’s the new mrs? When can I have the pleasure of meeting her? Jonathan asked. "She’s doing fine and I’ll introduce her to you when the time comes.” “So what’s your plan?” “What plan?” Mike asked with a shock on his face “When do you plan on revealing to your wife that you are not just an ordinary cab driver, but the esteemed CEO of Cranesberry Limited, and one of the most influential figures in our city.”

As far as he knew, he had never told anyone. "Good. How do you know my address?" replied Zachary with a frown and disapproval. "I just have to ask one of your congregations, and I also live not far from here," Mike answered casually. Zach was still standing before the door and had not shifted his position. "Don't worry, I didn't come as a police officer. I also talked to Vincent before coming here," continued Mike again. Zachary frowned, not understanding. "I'll explain inside." Zach took a deep breath, shifted his position, and invited Mike and Jake to enter his house.

“You’re going to bankrupt the café emotionally and financially.” “I’ll pay you back.” Just as Justin stood up to move closer, Mike finished his conversation. “I’d like you to think about what I said,” Mike told Aiden gently. “And give me a positive answer when the time comes.” Then he stood. Justin froze mid-step. Mike glanced at him briefly. “Justin, right?” Mike said casually. “You’re quite enthusiastic for someone who doesn’t own the place.” Justin stiffened. “Ehh… is that how rich people talk to strangers?”