Mr Anonymous Novels & Stories

Hahaha~ *** Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in the conference room of Elena's apartment, the mood is much more serious. Nathan, Tamara and Elena sat around a round table. In front of them, a laptop screen displayed the face of an Asian man in his early thirties, with round glasses and a polite little smile. "My name is Li Zheng," the man said over the video call. "I specialize in cyber investigation, specifically anonymous account tracking." Tamara leaned back, looking relieved. "Thank God. We finally found someone who really understands this."

“Yes, sir.. Please, go ahead” No, they are addressing me with lots of regards.. The power of money is one crazy game. Just like an old friend of mine used to say, “Money buys you audacity” it really does. “Do y’all have any idea about the person behind the anonymous texts you have been receiving?” “We have no idea, sir. It just keeps coming, but we suggest it a woman sending them” One of them confidently said. “How sure are you about that?” “Well, we have been in this field for years, and can tell the difference between a lot of things”

“Do you come here all the time? Why do they call you Mr. Green?” “Be cool, Fay,” Daniel laughs, putting a hand on my shoulder and obliging me to sit back in my seat as he hands me my drink. “As I said, I’ve got a reputation here.” “Are you Mr. Green?” I ask, my eyes wide. “Do you own this place?” “No,” he replies, grinning at me. “Every member is Mr. Green. It’s supposed to be anonymous. It’s kind of…the one place in the city where I can go to a gay bar and…not worry about who sees me.”

I asked. “He must be really smart. I tried to check out his profile, but there was no personal information about him” “None at all?” “No full names. No home address. No workplace in sight. Just a totally anonymous account” “Oh, fuck! Is there any possible solution at this point?”

I inquired as I crossed my arms below my chest, leaning my head on the wall without removing my gaze on her. The files that Lian was holding contained different people’s personal details and their background up to the present. They were all targets of the company, mainly the chairman, Greg. From what I read, once someone from the list gets taken down, the finance department would immediately receive the cash reward through bank wires. The sender and the receiver would be strictly anonymous though, so there’s no way for me to trace where the money would be coming from.

“My name is Rhonda Vons. Uhm… I am a native of this city, but I moved away for a few years. I have now returned. I have been coding since I was a teenager, and I have quite a few groundbreaking projects.” One of the employees raised his hand to speak, and I nodded in acceptance. He was blonde and had green eyes. “We have been told about you even before you arrived, and I looked you up. But I could not find anything that elated to you having any projects at all, talk more of… groundbreaking,” he said bluntly. A smile touched my lips as I replied to him. “That is because I have been working anonymously for several years.” “If we do not have proof, how are we to trust that you can lead us right

A fresh gossip post from an anonymous Zenex account. “Lead Curator Scott McAllen: Sleeping His Way to the Top?” Who would do this? They didn’t even allow me enjoy my little fame for 24hrs.

"Just executing orders." "Right, orders from the Grand Poobah of Corporate Tyranny," I snapped back, leaning my head against the cool leather windowpane. "Tell me, does Mr. Anonymous wear a cape in his spare time, or does he just settle for crushing human souls under a mahogany desk?" Silence. Not a single chuckle. Not even a sympathetic sigh. Working-class solidarity was completely dead in the billionaire sector, apparently.

I scoffed. Mr. Stiles looked completely confused as he stared between the two of us. "Ms. Lancaster, can you explain this? Who's he?" he whispered. But before I could reply, the man beat me to it. "I'm the one you're looking for, as you'll call it, the anonymous investor. But wait... I'm not anonymous anymore. You guys found me out." He chuckled. Mr. Stiles gasped. "What? You are Mr. Hale? Pardon my manners. It's nice to meet you," Mr. Stiles said as he shook his hand.

Nobody knew I was a college student. And nobody knew that the money they were sending me was paying for a life I couldn't afford on my own. I glanced at the earnings counter. A small smile touched my lips. Not bad. Actually, better than I expected. Then a notification appeared. Anonymous had sent another gift. I clicked it. My smile disappeared. One thousand dollars. Again. I stared at the amount. "Seriously?" It was him. Always him. My number-one supporter. My mysterious stranger. I didn't know his name. I didn't know his age. I didn't know what he looked like. He had never asked me for anything that would reveal his identity.