Mr Anonymous Novels & Stories

My last class finished at nine p.m. Just after I got out of the school campus, my phone beeped. A message from Mr. Anonymous came. It states about the address of his condo and the whereabouts of his key and the passcode. He also said that he will be home during the dawn. I wonder what he is still doing at this hour. Maybe he is doing his monkey business again. As long as he won’t be there while I clean, I’m safe. And anyways, why would he want me to clean his condo at this hour?

Because of that, the chairman decided that the anonymous CEO Zed is the most capable person to go. “What?” The secretary let out a breath. “The chairman assigned you to go on behalf of the company. He said you're the most capable person to handle CEO Eric.” The secretary explained quietly because she knows the anonymous CEO only does the work relating to the LIVRE company's growth but despises attending the company's business meetings or outings and interacting with others. Not only that, his face was always hidden by a black and white mask and most of the people in the company didn't know him except the top leaders, who too hadn't seen his face before.

Who's she? Who is he talking about? I quickly clicked on the other Twitter account that he mentioned. I searched what she could possibly asked. Damn there's tons of thank yous. Where's that stupid tweet she tweeted Gage? There! Found it! I gasped. @Gage_cuddlyStockholm: Gageyyyy we need to know who Ms. Anonymous is @Gage_Stockholm I bet she's a supermodel. Holy fuck!

list. “I seriously think you should tell me what you do.” I shrugged. “Well, if you really don’t know me, I guess I have no choice but to tell you then.” He smiled. Gosh! He just did that again. That smile! “I’m Ryan Anderson, CEO of Anderson’s Corporation.” I frowned for a second before I faked a gasp. He chuckled. “Was that supposed to ring a bell?” I asked, wiping off the smile on his face. “You … really don’t know me?” he frowned.

But Diddy is here to hear your problems, and I have helped a lot of students with those, not to listen to the whines of some baby in an adult body. I can't tell you who I am because in case you can't read I am supposed to be anonymous. Anonymous means unknown identity or name. - Yours, Diddy. * * * * The school gates yawned open revealing the magnificent complex behind it. When I say Magnificent I don't want you to think I love the fact that it's a school building but to let you know it's really beautiful.

David went back to his room after donating. At this point, there was an extra ten million dollars with no name in donations. They had to include it in the donation name list. Jeffrey asked around for a long time, but no one came forward to admit it. Marie was the only one who knew who the anonymous donor was! "Marie! Is the donor David?" Hannah whispered beside Marie. "Yeah!" "Then why did he remain anonymous?" "Because he doesn't want to be famous. He's very low-key!" David called Pearl from his room.

Hearing the door close, I pulled up my phone and glanced at the notification log. He had called me about fifty-six times today. But something else caught my attention. An anonymous message read, “Today what happened stays here. Nobody can ever know about it. Otherwise, your friends will be in trouble. LL” The initials corresponded to Lenard Lee, the Master. I long-clicked on the message to delete it. Immediately, it was gone from my phone, but not my fear.

I couldn't miss the look on Lavinia's face when she donated the sum of two million dollars, along with her millionaire boyfriend, Jasper Wood. People donated here and there with drinks flowing in the air but the one that caught my attention was a certain man sitting alone at the far end of the room, who donated the sum of a hundred million dollars. When the MC asked for his name; so they could acknowledge him, he made it anonymous. And worse, nobody was able to recognise him because of the big mask he was wearing. He claimed that it was an amount donated by random organizations he worked for. And that the CEOs of the organizations had sent him and ordered him to make their names anonymous.

I cut him off, "You're a business man, you know that the buyer choosing to remain anonymous is a wise thing to do until the hullabaloo dies down." He sighed with a tough expression and nodded, "You're right. But I still wish to know basic information about this buyer." My lawyer took over, passing the document to Mr Davis, "Mr Z represents the anonymous buyer. Mr Z owns a company that is not well known in New York. Mr Z is of dual citizenship and his net worth is-" After a few minutes, all clauses have been understood and well explained. It was time for Mr Davis and Scott to effect their signature. Mr Davis paused with his hand hanging in the air.

“Are you talking about Mr. Anonymous? His vote has never mattered before.” Years ago, following Martin’s death, the company had been on the brink of collapse. An anonymous investor had swooped in, purchasing a significant portion of shares and injecting millions into the failing business. Despite their financial lifeline, no one had ever seen or met this mysterious benefactor. “Ignore her,” Maxwell snapped impatiently. “Let’s not waste any more time.” He pulled a file from his briefcase, passing it to the stakeholders. Each member began signing the document. When it got to Melinda, she pushed the file away. “I won’t sign this, not until Sophia is laid to rest,” she declared.