Payback Samk Novels & Stories

She deserves better than that. “... and that’s why we should consider cutting back on the marketing budget,” Sam’s voice pulls me back to the present. “Right,” I say, forcing myself to stay engaged. “Let’s revisit that after I get settled in. I want to make sure we’re making the best decisions moving forward.”

“how much do you make in a month?is it enough to support a family of four. Eventually I will want grandchildren, two the least.” I gulped my wine, looking perplexed. While Sam was calm. “I make enough, I recently partnered with other engineers, we have created a program,cant really mention the details as it is a secret, but it is really showing good results, the pay is good. So my family will be well taken care of.” said Sam My mother smiled. “okay. So where are your parent’s?do they know that you and my daughter are getting married?” Sam looked down. His smile faded.

“Listen to him, Nora. Think about what this could mean for Sam. He’s going to be so proud of you for boosting the company’s income.” The words struck a chord, slicing through my uncertainty. Sam, proud of me. The thought warmed my heart, made me crave the approval I had so desperately sought from him. But still, doubt whispered in the back of my mind, a small but persistent voice. I felt the first tremors of panic as Milo continued to drone on, his voice weaving a web of half-understood promises and risks. “We’re talking about serious returns here,” he explained, leaning closer. “An investment like this, channeled correctly, would double your initial capital in a matter of months. The Morett

she asked. “A friend told me he would be able to help and that I didn't have anything to worry about as long as I paid back. I guess I was overconfident that my investment would pay off,” “So what are you going to do now, Sam? We both heard him. You have two weeks. What happens if you're not able to pay him by then? How am I supposed to keep something like this away from mom. I'm imagining the worst already,” “You have to,” Samuel cut in, “Honestly, I'd have loved it if you weren't a part of this but you had to come down here with your nosey self and now you know everything, but you're going to keep it away from mom. Promise me right now”

Samantha was puzzled. “A thirty-thousand-dollar car. Bram helped me a great deal, after all. He’s quite courageous and is very dependable.” Samantha considered for a moment and figured that there was nothing wrong with this plan. Hence, she nodded and said, “Okay then. If the set-up is a success, get them a thirty-thousand-dollar car. If it's a failure, I’ll find someone else within the company. If nothing works out, I can reach out to other companies. There has to be someone out there for him.”

But this little treasure trove that Timothy here has been hoarding has the master key. I can get into it.""I have something I need to send them," Sama said to Dickson. She turned to him. "Are we ready?"Dickson nodded brusquely. "We waited two years, Sama. Since the day you disappeared, and we thought that you were dead. We built this for you. For this."The weight of his words, of his fidelity, and the years lost rested on her shoulders. "I know," she said quietly. "Sorry that I kept you waiting.""Aren't sorry. Are angry," Dickson told her. "Anger is going to get you through."Sama looked at Timothy, her anger a sullen simmer that had been rising for years. "And him? Where are we going next?"T

Was this a disaster or good news like hitting the jackpot? "I deliberately asked for a large payment with the intention of making Mr. Samuel give up on his request. Who would have thought he would agree?" Arianna explained. "Of course, Mr. Samuel would agree, Arianna What he gave you is nothing compared to what he will gain from this big project." What Chacha said was indeed true. Although Samuel gave her a considerable amount of money, even in billions, it was nothing compared to the profits Samuel would gain once the collaboration between PAsific and Pakuwon was realized. Moreover, Samuel could reap substantial profits in the long term and repeatedly.

Without any prep work, Sam had hacked them blind, spent zero dollars, and walked away with a billion in profit. Sam stood up and looked at Sawyer. "Mr. Pratt, uh, they're probably losing their minds right now. They won't try anything against you, will they?" Sawyer chuckled. "Nah. What exactly can a bunch of useless men like them do?" Damian's power alone wasn't nearly enough. Unless his backers stepped in again, he'd never recover from this. "We owe this all to you. We barely spent anything and made a billion in profit instead. Why don't you stay here with me? We'll pay for your room and board too; just name your salary."

I asked, skeptical. ​"Mr. Baker was impressed with my 'deep cleaning' skills," Sam explained with a smirk. "He gave me a lot of extra tasks and paid me five thousand pesos as a sign-on bonus. The man likes me, Harris. What can I say? I have charisma." ​I shrugged. I wasn't envious. Sam worked with his hands and his heart, and Mr. Baker recognized that. "Do you ever think about going back to school, Sam?" ​Sam’s face shadowed for a second. "What for? You going to donate some brain cells? I’m not built for books."

Samara bitted her lip before finally saying, "Mommy borrowed 500 million IDR from Mr. Kevin, and in return, Sammy had to work for Mr. Kevin until mommy could pay back the debt. And… this is part of the job Sammy has to do." Shawn opened his mouth, but he couldn't throw words for a few seconds. "Fuck! She sold you out?" asked Shawn indignant.