Paper Names Novels & Stories

The NovaCorp employees clearly weren't buying it. "Sandra must've bribed you guys. Did you forget how she made your lives miserable every day?" The nine women exchanged confused looks. "Mrs. Tyler never gave us trouble. She just returned the stuff Mr. Tyler borrowed from us." That instantly set the room off. "Borrowed?" someone laughed. "Mr. Tyler's loaded. Why would he need your stuff?" The women started listing things one after another. "Lipstick." "Compact powder." "A comb." "A scarf."

We laid them out with the return in the middle and the three samples above it, and we looked for a long time. The first thing the four papers said was that a hand is not one thing. The fair copy stood upright and patient. The stores receipt ran forward at the shoulders, written across a counter by a wolf who wanted to be done. The column entries were squeezed and half-formed, and handed that page alone I would not have sworn it came off the same wrist as the notice. The second thing they said was harder to put down and harder to leave alone.

“Are you sure this isn't a business school term paper?” Yukiko didn’t even look up as she stuffed documents into her bag. “Dear, I’m more concerned about this.” She handed him a neatly bound stack titled: “1st Grade, Class B: White Paper on Financial Activities” The cover bore a childish but meticulous signature: “Published by Kimura Financial Group, Inc.” When Kenichi opened the door to his son’s classroom, for a moment he thought he had stepped into the New York Stock Exchange.

​You’re staring at the paper like it’s an enemy,Damian’s voice drifted from the darkness near the press. ​I didn't jump. I had grown used to the way he moved like a predator that didn't want to be heard. He stepped into the light, carrying two heavy ceramic mugs. The steam from the coffee rose in the cold air, a brief, fleeting ghost. ​It is an enemy, I said, my voice raspy from the chemical fumes. I took a mug from him, my cold fingers stinging as they hit the warm clay. "Paper has a memory, Damian. This stock is from a mill in Connecticut that closed in 2016. If I use a modern bond, Isabella will know the second she touches it. She’s spent her whole life handling high end stationery. She k

“Err. I might need more help from you, if it’s alright with you?” Kitagawa looked curiously. “What is it? If I can be off help, I will help you.” Darrion took out the shredded papers from the bag and put it on the table. Kitagawa immediately put his plates and drinks aside to accommodate the papers. Darrion arranged the papers again and asked the guy what it read. Kitagawa tried to make out the words one by one on each papers and around ten seconds later, the guy said. “Ah these are hospitals.”

Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked into the study. The room was dim, the only light coming from the desk lamp that cast long, dramatic shadows. Killian was hunched over a mountain of paperwork, his brow furrowed in a way that made my heart ache. But as I approached, my eyes snagged on something. A file. Left open. Right on top of the Vanguard papers. The name on the tab wasn't a client. It was Adam.

I stated as I show him the prove. "Those were same exact words. The only difference is the company and amount, The rest were the same." I showed him both the papers. "Its called paper company." I said to him. "Paper company? What's that?" he asked confused. "Its a company that does not exist as a physical building. It has a site in the internet, ratings, brochure and etc. But not an actual building." I explained. "That's impossible." he said as he go through everything I just gave him. "If the documents were to be faxed, the company would have lost millions of dollars Mr King." I said as he stared at documents.

She said and nudged him to feel the difference. “Extremely difficult but original papers can never be this smooth.” She said and he looked at her weirdly. “Also,” she took a pen which was down on the floor, “See this, the fonts. This ‘t’ here, it’s different and if you notice carefully, you will find the ‘n’ and ‘p’ also different.” She said as she circled the specific letters on the fake papers. He pushed her hand away and held both the papers in his hand and read through it carefully.

Instead of stopping me from going or even starting conversation like I sighed he would do he just removed some folders form his deal and placed them in a drawer to create some place for me to place down the papers. He just didn’t care. Fine! It’s not like that’s all I live for! “Here,” I said placing down the papers when one of the top sheets fluttered and fell own, “I’ll get it for you.” Bending down I picked up the paper. The paper had been turned over giving me a view of what was written on the inside of it. ‘La Fedelta’ the name was written in bold among few lines making it catch my attention. “Cirillo Romani.”

Something about it felt different from the other papers I had seen. Theo picked them up first, scanning quickly. Then his expression changed. “What?” I whispered urgently. He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he handed me some of the papers. I took it. My heart skipped as I read it. As I glanced through them, one name repeated across multiple pages. Valecourt Dominion. My grip tightened on the paper. “This is it,” I whispered. “This is proof.” “There’s more,” he said, flipping to another page. I took the ones he was done with and read. I saw detailed reports, and student profiles.