Precious Metal Shipping Novels & Stories

One of the men passed him a briefcase and Kade opened it without much interest and my mouth fell open when I saw what was inside. Gold bars. “Well, he's in a meeting. Once that's done, he said he'll show you the books.” I barely heard the guard….Below us, Kade picked up one of the bars and handed it to another guard to weigh. “Why pay in gold?” “It's difficult to track, especially once it crosses the border,” the guard explained. I looked back at the briefcase. “They moved gold bars? Just one briefcase?” “Not quite.” He pointed toward the far end of the building. “There are cargo trucks out back. The bars in there should cover two hundred million dollars.”

Julian murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that brushed against my ear. He didn't let go of my shoulder as he led me down the ramp onto the concrete floor. His dark eyes swept the cavernous bay, taking in the three heavy, iron shipping containers sitting on the far side of the platform—the physical bullion crates that had been routed out of the Alpine vault before my father’s protocol could trigger the thermite lockdown.

He looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes, using both hands to push the entire chest back toward the center of the desk, away from himself. "Mr. Wright… you don't understand," he warned, his voice cracking. "These aren't standard assets. This is royal Lycan silver. The family that sent this owns the North." I threw my head back and laughed, a sharp sound that bounced off the office walls. I shoved my hand into the chest, grabbing a handful of the raw diamonds and letting them spill through my fingers like glittering sand. "Own the North? Then they’re going to be very interested in what happens when I buy back my Vanguard routes. Look at this… we’re saved. I don't care who sent this, we can

Sterling sneered, his posh, icy voice cutting cleanly through the humid, exhaust-heavy air of the bay as she sprinted onto the dock, desperately trying to adjust her blazer. "Perhaps you can explain this complete embarrassment to my board of directors. My contract explicitly mandates Grade-A secure logistics. Your hand-picked pilot samples met the metric perfectly during the initial presentation, but a staggering 98% of the actual cargo sitting in these export trucks right now is nothing but low-grade, standard-tier garbage. How exactly am I supposed to clear international customs with this fraudulent trash?" He stepped forward, his shadow completely covering her as he tapped the face of his

The kind of jewelry that would last generations if properly cared for. Nothing like the garbage Damien was flooding the market with. My phone buzzed. Text from one of our spies: Silvercrest workshop producing 200 pieces daily. Damien hired more compelled workers. Quality control nonexistent. Perfect. The more pieces out there, the more failures. The bigger the scandal. I sent back: Keep monitoring. Report any complaints immediately. Isabella returned an hour later, looking pleased. "They're in. Three shops in Northridge, two in the capital territory. They'll stock our pieces as soon as we're ready to launch."

Using Hala's compact, I glance at my silver necklace, observing the nice shine it has when deflecting light into my eyes as glistening reflections. Mr. Hoyt really has nice silver, and I should find a job so I can go and buy some more silver. He's a good business I want to support. Plus, when it comes to spending money, I've grown up hearing many times that silver, as well as other metals, are very good investments. Especially when it comes to the type of jewelry you purchase. It's got something to do with how the jewelry piece that lasts a great deal of time is treasured, while more delicate and somewhat shattered pieces aren't really interesting for the market to look at.

"But drugs are simple. Predictable. The real complexity—the real value—is in the next shipment." My blood went cold. He walked me toward the last truck, his hand still on my elbow, guiding me like a tour guide showing off museum exhibits. "This is the most valuable cargo we move," he said. "And the most delicate. It requires special handling. Special discretion." He signaled to the driver. The truck's rear door began to roll up, and I knew, even before I saw inside, what I was going to find. The door opened fully, revealing no crates, no boxes, no industrial equipment.

I put my attention to the email and it was talking about a few transactions that had been done recently; a very huge transaction. As I read further, I learned that one of the transactions was a big payment to a company that was responsible for relocating special things. Things like…bars of gold. Hundreds of them. The company was basically apologizing for the delay in the relocation of the bars of gold. The number of gold was five hundred and fifty bars. But something that they indicated in the email that felt like a help straight from heaven for Fallon and I was the locale of where they were relocating the gold.

"The one with the gold watch is Miller. He’s the one who handles the money laundering in Panama. The one to his left is Vance. He likes boys. Keep him at a distance." I felt my pulse thudding in my neck. Her heat was a distraction, a shield against the twelve pairs of eyes trying to find the cracks in my mask. I reached out, my hand resting on her waist, my thumb hooking into the silk of her dress. "The signature, Alexander," Elinor prompted. She pushed a glass scanner across the table. "The shipment," I said, my voice steadying. "Is it pure?" "It’s Blackwood pure," Miller grunted. "Enough to keep the coast high for a month. Just sign the damn thing so we can get paid."

Mas Suma is engrossed in his cell phone, he can be heard occasionally mentioning the name of his secretary, Desi. My eyes widened seeing the inbox in the gallery email. Signed there is a number fifteen, meaning a number of incoming emails. Ah, maybe an online ad. Indeed, who knows this gallery? With a pounding heart I opened the inbox incoming emails. If so, this is from the customer, meaning he is the first customer. First e-mail, from Cargo Company. They offer fast, cheap and secure shipping. Delivery can be domestic and foreign, Second e-mail, from teak wood supplier. Third, a service company that takes care of export documents.