System Sell Novels & Stories

’ She ignored the sarcasm and asked, ‘What kind of security systems do you sell? ‘Surely you know all about them.’ ‘Humor me.’ He retrieved his wine from the table and crossed to her with slow, predatory steps. She had the sense of being hunted, cautiously, with the patience of someone determined to win. ‘The systems are my own design.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Really. The cameras, both internal and external, are wireless, sending the image to a central transmitter, which is connected to a satellite dish. The image is then sent to a receiver in my office, where we monitor the activity. But you already know all this.’

Every red line screamed failure. Mr. Lyman continued. “The only feasible step now is to sell off what’s left. Assets, subsidiaries, anything that can bring in cash before we sink completely.” The words 'sell off' hit Adam like a knife. The room’s air thickened. For a moment, he thought he hadn’t heard right. “Sell?” he repeated, his voice low. “You’re suggesting I sell my father’s company?” Lyman met his gaze steadily. “Yes, sir. Unless you’d rather see it buried under debt.”

He said and hung up the phone. Alexander thinks that he is the only one who has tricks but I have a few tricks of my own, I know that he is not going to see this coming which is exactly what I want. I want him to wake up one morning and find out that I am gone, that he can't find me. Then I spent the next few days getting my affairs in order. I started with my money, I made it available for me. Then I called Isabella and sold her my part of the business.

He slid past them and stormed down the hall towards his office. Gerald and Jeremy shared a wide-eyed look before chasing after him. “Lincoln, son, I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” Gerald tried to reason. Jeremy nodded his head and continued on after his father. “Who is going to run things here? Your beta is still in hiatus, and your father isn’t well enough for the responsibilities.” He tried to reason.

The moment he answered, Martin roared before Florin could even speak. "Florin, what the hell are you doing? Why is your system sending out alerts? How can your company be this incompetent?" Florin glanced at the repair progress and replied, "Mr. Vassell, please don't worry. It'll be fixed in just a moment." But Martin wasn't finished. "Florin, the Fourth of July Sale is almost here. If your system goes down at a time like this, I'll make sure your company pays for every bit of the damage!"

Cracking and twisting the walls of their calamity. Now that her son was again in malady, she had to confine all the running to her immediate assistant who was also an employee. She had no choice for the moment. Even though the whole selling system in her mini-supermarket was well computerized. And could make every sale trackable.

As we talked, I filled the tub with hot water and dropped in an essential oil bath bomb. "You seem to have forgotten that a few days ago, I became a junior sales assistant. System maintenance is no longer part of my job. My only task now is closing tomorrow's order. And all my system data is stored on the technical division's computers. Even if I wanted to help, I have no way to access it." On my personal laptop, I checked the backend. Tristan had already removed the API rate limit I had set, but no one understood the core algorithms. The entire system was on the brink of collapse.

In fact, I don't know anyone who has. - You understood me? - I repeat. - Yeah. – You sold me your daughter, voluntarily. Do not contact again. You sold that right too - that said, I'm hanging up. Would Angelique be very upset if I got rid of her cell phone? Whore. I throw the device in the trash can next to the table. I stare at the city for a second longer, then I hear a noise coming from the door. A hiccup. I turn to the office entrance and find Angelic standing there. Her face was flushed and her eyes watery.

He fishes out a handkerchief from the pocket of his too small suit jacket to dry himself. “I could take your bodies. Your wife’s and yours. Organs sell for quite a lot these days. You are pretty healthy, right?” The whimper that escapes both their mouths and the fear in their face brings a smile to my lips. “Or perhaps you would be willing to give me your daughter?” “Please, no. Not Marissa. She is still young and she’s innocent. She shouldn’t have to die.” “Who said anything about her dying? A beauty like her is more valuable alive.” Now they’re shaking in their chairs and my smile grows even larger. “So what do you say, Mr. Mason? Do we have a deal?”