Mr Anonymous Novels & Stories

And then, near the very top of the conversation, the account name attached to the messages sent to Malik. Not Derek Whitfield. Not Marcus Voss. ProxyClient_774, an anonymous username with no identifying details attached at all, the kind of deliberately obscured account someone created specifically to avoid exactly this moment, exactly this discovery. "It's anonymous," Temi said, disbelief and frustration crashing over her at once. "All of this, and we still don't know who's actually behind it." She pressed her fingers against her temples, the exhaustion of two sleepless nights finally threatening to overwhelm the adrenaline that had carried her this far.

“You think money makes you our equal?” “No,” I said. “But it keeps me out of your reach.” *** Once home, I pulled up my DMs and opened the anonymous user’s account. Guest 9271. No name, no videos, no profile picture… just a ghost. I opened up the chat and sent him a message. Me: Thank you. I don’t know who you are, but I’ll repay you. GUEST_9271: No repayment. Me: I can’t accept this from a stranger.

This was a large-scale financial input. Very large. Aria went back to the first page, scanning it again more carefully this time. At the top of the document, where she expected to see a name or organization, there was only a simple line. Anonymous donor. She stared at it for a few seconds longer than necessary. Then she flipped to the next page. The same thing. Another document. Same line. Anonymous donor. A small crease formed between her brows. “Do we know who this is?” she asked without looking up.

“Presented as?” “Yes,” I say quietly. “Because they won’t be the real owner.” Silence stretches between us. “I want to remain anonymous,” I explain. “They will answer to me but they will not know who I am. All reports, evaluations, and financial summaries will come to me privately. I’ll review everything behind the scenes.” Mr. Dave leans back in his chair, studying me now with a new level of interest. “I’m not done,” I add. His brow lifts slightly.

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I was still thinking about how I could convince him to let me keep this one when my phone beeped on the bedside table. I reached for it casually, expecting a message from my assistant or perhaps an update from Emma. Instead, the notification on the screen made me freeze. Subject: Anonymous Donation to Moretti Designs. I frowned and opened the message. At first, I thought I had read the amount incorrectly.I blinked, then read it again. One billion. One billion had just been anonymously donated to Moretti Designs. My eyes widened as I sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the screen in disbelief.

Evelyn immediately thought he was a pervert. "Are you a pervert or what?" Evelyn asked. "Do I look like one?" he mutters with a wink and sits at the available swing beside Evelyn. Evelyn chuckled and faced him. "What is this woman's name?" he asked. "I'm popular! Do I need to tell you my name, but if you don't know I'm Eve!" "Your name?" Evelyn asked, looking at him. "Anonymous" he replied, making Evelyn chuckle. "So, Anonymous, why are you here?" She asked.

“Someone paid all your hospital bills and they even paid in advance for as long as you are here.” She announced. Hadassah's face fell in disappointment but her mother's face lit up a bit. “Really? Who?” She asked. “The person requested they remain anonymous. I'm sorry, but we can't disclose who it is.” The doctor replied. Deep down, Hadassah already knew it was Aamon that did it. Who else would it be if it wasn't him? But why did he do it? She wondered.

us. I await your answer, Mr. X. ---------------------------- RE: PLEASE READ. From: x@rlc.com Sent: Thursday, December 13, 2012 22:38:15 To: daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Doce, Richard told me that you want a lunch with the financier, soon realized that you still do not know that the financier is me. I know I asked Richard for anonymity, but I was hoping that her curiosity would force her to open my emails ... Which you never did, or did, decided to ignore me.

I knew a lot of businessmen who invested in cryptocurrencies, especially Bitcoin, but most of them preferred to stay anonymous. Now, my agenda is to meet this person. The next step is to persuade them to cease supporting Nicholas Terranova. I know that this can’t be done overnight, so I need a plan. This person is anonymous, and we don’t know if it’s an individual or a whole organization. Hannah mentioned that this person is being addressed as ‘Sakaguchi’.