My Personal Account Was Disabled Novels & Stories

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He asked. "POS" I replied and stretched my Debit card before Sara and Cora could give him theirs. "Input your pin, sir" He instructed and I inputted it. "It is saying the transfer was rejected" He said and I was alarmed that the rascals haven't unblock my bank account even though they said they will do it within 24- 48 hours, which is not yet up to. "The rascals haven't lifted the banning of my account, '' I replied angrily.

“Who said anything about an Uber? You have me. The moped’s tank is full.” She tried to joke, but the worry in her eyes was a mirror of my own. DRRT. DRRT. The phone in my pocket convulsed. I pulled it out with a sense of impending doom. The name on the screen made my stomach knot into a tight, painful ball. Jake Floyd I opened the message. It was a screenshot. A view of an internal banking system. It showed my account status in bold, black letters: [BLOCKED / SUSPENDED]. Below it, a short text followed.

So I rebooted my phone. The phone booted up soon and I checked it was still the same thing, half a million was gone from my account. I was confused and really tensed so I took a cup of coffee and sat back at my office. What could be going on? Only, Desmond and Tasha have access to the accounts. Tasha wouldn't dare withdraw such an amount from my account even if she had the chance. She might be rude and stubborn but she isn't that stupid, or was it Desmond he did ask me for money last week maybe he needs more.

Another rejection appeared instantly. “What the hell?” I muttered. I clicked on the help chat and typed out a message. “Hi, I think there’s a problem with my account. My applications are being automatically declined.” The support agent replied a few minutes later. “Hello Clarissa, your account has been temporarily restricted due to a report filed under the Devereux Legal Group. We recommend contacting them for clarification. I sat back, staring at the message. My heart sank. Nicho. Of course it was him.

When I jerked back to consciousness, I picked up my phone, believing a lot of notifications would have come in, and true, a lot of them came in. But they weren't the type of notifications I was hoping for. The social media I posted about this, has banned my personal account for reasons I couldn't quite point to. This would be my second account they'd ban for the day. I would never be in this position if it wasn't for Skylar.

Duke said and sat down in his chair. "Boss, your lawyer doesn't want to hand over those three people to the police. He doesn't want those fraudsters to live comfortably on government money. As you said, he has blacklisted those fraudsters. Because of being blacklisted, they will never get a job anywhere again. Everyone already knows that they have been blacklisted because of fraud. They will now live in disgrace in society. They will neither get a job anywhere else nor will anyone respect them. And the money they got by selling the information of that software outside has been seized. Arrest warrants have been issued for the people to whom they sold the information of that software. They wil

I demanded, wishing that the worst hadn’t happened yet. I had explained to them about my whole situation and fixed the issue with my identity. “The account has been wiped clean” she explained. “What?” “How did that happen?” “When did that happen?” I inquired. I was certain that no one knew about the account because it was just for emergencies. She ran it through her system, “Well, your husband came here and he requested that the account be closed and he withdrew all the money, he even showed us a certificate of death backing up his claim” she replies.

“Thank you for calling. How may I assist you today?” “Yes—hi. I need to report unauthorized transactions. All of my accounts—everything—is empty. Gone. I need you to freeze the account now.” “Certainly. May I confirm your full name and the last four digits of your account number?” I gave her the details, my voice tight, my mind spinning. “Thank you. Please hold for a moment while I review your account… Alright. I see multiple transfers to an external wallet. They were approved from your registered device.” “No. That’s not possible. I didn’t approve anything.”

I sank into the chair opposite her, a stern woman with glasses perched low, her fingers tapping a keyboard with mechanical precision. “What’s wrong with my account?” I asked, my voice raw, my hands gripping the armrests until my knuckles whitened. “I haven’t been able to access it for a week. And I’m in desperate need of cash—now.” She frowned, her eyes flicking to the screen, then back to me, pity softening her sternness. “I’m sorry, Mr. Caldwell, but you’re no longer authorized on this account. The ownership of this account was transferred last week, you authorized it.”