Sly Cooper Calling Card Novels & Stories

My phone finally lit up and I quickly opened the message in the next second. 077 459 673 59: Good evening. This Mr. Hugo Saintclare’s secretary. May I know who this is please? Me: Oh I’m so sorry if I texted you. This was the number that was on his calling card that he gave me. I'm Miranda. 077 459 673 59: Mr. Saintclare doesn't give out his personal number so he used the company’s for his calling card. With the time now, I hope you reached out for something work related.

That's because the ringer on a cell phone that normally signals an incoming call is on silent mode. "I stupidly turned on silent mode." Carver sat in a chair on the edge of the trolley. Some messages came in about an hour ago. Violeth sends several messages asking where Carver is. "What reason should I make up?" Accidentally, Carver put his palms in his pockets. There is a wedge in the form of a thin rectangular card that his father gave him earlier. Carver stepped back and looked at the card. "That's a real MasterCard Diamond."

I unlock my phone and then I type in the number from the card. For a second, I just stare at it. Why am I nervous? It’s just a phone call. I hit call. It rings once. Just once. “Skylar.” I freeze. My eyes widen. Carrie’s mouth drops open. What the hell? I was expecting an assistant or the receptionist or maybe even voicemail. Not him. Definitely not him. His voice is low and smooth like he’s been expecting this. Like he’s been waiting for it. I try not to overthink this and say the words.

"I pray the world never knows of my identity." "For now the focus will shift to the Nickel audit firm. Although there is always that reporter that is digging. They may find out about your past life like stripping but I can assure you. No one will ever know you are Cara Cooper the daughter of the legendary Cooper, ever." His eyes turn dark, almost dangerous but he is quick to hide it with a forced smile, "Unless you want them to find out." "Not yet, I don't have a buffer to cushion my ass when I fall and fail to take back what is truly mine," I say.

“Isn't there something else you wanted to tell me?” With Angelo sobbing behind me, I try to remember what he's talking about. A few seconds pass and he sighs in exasperation. “Here,” he takes out a card from his jacket and hands it over to me. “You'll be needing my services soon,” I stare at the card. A black, matte, expensive looking business card with only a name and a phone number. Devil of Deals. “I'll be expecting your call, sister-in-law,” he practically purrs, his voice dripping with conviction.

But something else slipped out. I swiped my screen. "Madds! There better be a damn earthquake if you’re ignoring my calls!" Sydney. Of course. Barreling through my phone like a human siren. I tried to speak. Couldn’t. Just the sound of my sobs. "Madds? Are you crying? What happened? Tell me who to kill..... I’ll bring a bat...." Her panicked voice filled the line. But I wasn’t listening. I was staring at the black, gold-trimmed card on the ground. It must have slipped out of my pocket.

THIRD PERSON’S P.OV. 2012 Carter took a sit on his study chair, he pulled his drawer open, taaking out the business card Tessy gave him, he glanced at it carefully, there was nothing new, so he turned it to the back, in bold was a phone number, it must be her’s he thought Chuckling Carter muttered “Sly woman” He wondered what she had to say to him, so he texted her “Make 5 minutes count”

The woman he was with handed me a gold calling card which I immediately accepted. “Miranda… Modeling..?” I read the name in the calling card aloud before my eyes lifted back to them. "Yes. I am certain you have heard of it before.” Mr. said calmly. Cooper. “I- I would love to!” I exclaimed impulsively before my hand landed on my lips. "Oh, I should consider asking for my husband's opinion first. I'll call you." I uttered with utmost respect. When they turned away from me, I noticed Finn gesturing to me which I understood that he said we should talk later. When I saw them eventually taking their seats, I also turned my back to rest first.

I guessed that he was calling to urge me to apologize to Doris in the group chat again. I did not want to answer the call, but the phone rang over and over, as Luke called me over seven times. I was still in the pack cleaning up work, so he called the phone there and the phone was brought to me. "Alpha Luke’s on the line. Seems urgent," the guard said, handing me the phone. I took in a deep breath and reluctantly answered the call. "What is it?" I asked coldly. The moment I picked up the call, Luke's angry voice scolded me over the phone. Someone would have thought I was a servant taking orders.

"Kevin, why don't you thank Julian? Your knees must be awfully precious. As long as you kneel and apologize, the money is yours. I'm taking Julian to get checked for injuries." She shot me a glare before helping the "injured" Julian out of the room. Then suddenly, the phone lying on the table lit up. A person with a black cat profile picture had sent me a single question mark.