Mike Teller Novels & Stories

Apparently, I only had $200 left with me, and instead of the usual compensation from the system, it had tasked me with a weird mission. [Be more human: seek help from your friend or enemy. [Rewards: business management skills: top tier] Ever since the ridiculous mission was issued, I’d been mad broke, cut off from my usual cashback, and forced to cheat to make money, or more like… forced to make money smartly. “Alright, then I guess I’m your new banker, cook, neighbor, and accomplice at this point. If law enforcement shows up here, Zella, WE’RE DONE!” Mike grumbled on and on. Still having no mercy on them fingers.

I muttered, clasping my fingers as I awaited Michael's response. Michael is a renowned detective who works for the state's secret service and other government agencies, so accessing databases, which seems impossible, isn't a challenge for him since he's authorized to obtain information from anywhere in the state, even government facilities. Apart from working for government officials, he also serves reputable businessmen like us, who pay a significant portion of our earnings in taxes. I must say that's one of the perks of being a prominent billionaire. I poured more wine into my glass and crossed my legs as I waited for Michael's feedback.

Avery's words rendered Elliot completely speechless. "If that's the only reason you're here, then you can leave now," Avery said curtly. Elliot's face turned cold as he said, "That man who lives in your house is gay." The smile on Avery's face froze. "How did you know that?" It was impossible to find any information on Mike online. Mike was the world's most notorious hacker. No one was able to find out his personal information unless he revealed it. Elliot felt a sense of relief. "It looks like you already knew."

The Prosecutor asked as he adjusted his glasses. "Point of correction, I turned myself in. And I've never killed anyone for money. I'm a bodyguard for the friend of Leo Greene; Benson Dawson. He met me there and offered me a huge sum of money. I didn't want to do it but he said that my boss was in on the plan and that he recommended me because I'm very discreet with what I do" Mike said and shrugged. " So you're saying your Boss, Benson Dawson might be in on this?" The prosecutor asked, his eyes keenly looking into Mike's.

Jimmy said and returned to his unit. Jimmy was a fifty-one year old lowlife who begged alongside Mike. Though Jimmy was twenty years older than Mike, the two seemed to align really well. " Hmm, " Mike exhaled tiredly, stroking his long beards. He was about to return to his unit when he noticed a flashy car driving in his direction. His first instinct was to rush to it and ask for cash. But on the other hand , he was held back from attempting it. " Hey, man," Jimmy's voice called. " What are you doing? That car is your catch. Go for it. "

we step away from the lie and wait off to one side. My mate shifts his stance and glances my way "Thank you" he says before taking out a few bucks holding them out to me "Here uh its for my tea" I shack my head no, not taking his money. "What's your name" I ask. "Harper, Harper Lewis" he says extending is hand out to me I take in and give it a shake feeling the sparks run along my skin from the contact. he pulls his hand away quickly as if I had burnt him "What's your name" he ask while looking down at his hand.

I removed the papers that were inside the file, and what came out of the file were not only papers but some pictures. Pictures of Mr Mike abusing women, and the other pictures showed him receiving bribes from some individuals. “Mr Mike, you are fond of abusing women for your pleasure. I wonder what your wife is going to say about this when she finds out your little dark secret. And, you are responsible for receiving bribes and selling out information concerning Glems' company to outsiders”. My father said before he slammed his hands on the table and instantly, Mr Mike fell to his knees and began to plead and ask for mercy.

“As sure as I’ll ever be.” He squeezed her hand once, and she gave him a soft, grateful smile. Their driver took a turn onto the lakeside road, the city slowly giving way to the quieter outskirts where her parents lived. — At that exact moment, across the city— Mike sat at his desk, scrolling absently through the latest business news when a headline caught his eye. “Private But Powerful:E International’s Adrian Blackwood Breaks His Silence in Exclusive Feature.” He almost didn’t click. Almost. But something tugged at him—and when he opened the article, it wasn’t the interview that made his breath catch.

“I myself made close to 4.6 million last year. And we receive 25 percent commission on average, but the cases we receive are all hard ones, or we would be making more.” “4.6 million isn’t small at all.” “Compared to the billionaires, it’s just chicken feed,” Mike replied. “I spent almost a million dollars to maintain my job. After you remove the taxes, I won’t be left with much.” Elena couldn’t quite disagree this time. “If you don’t mind me asking, who’s next on your list, sir?” Mike curiously asked. “Holly Williams,” Adrian said. Mike was surprised but in an underwhelmed way. “The famous painter? But she’s disappeared for the past six months. We couldn’t find her. I think you should look f