Take My Money Gif の小説・ストーリー

I feel sick to my guts with shame at how I'm going to have to beg him for money, just when things were starting to get good for me. The call rings three times then he picks up, but he doesn't say anything. "I need some money." I force out, clenching my jaw. "I know... it's a lot to ask, and I don't know who else I can ask but you." "I need $600." I force out, hating myself with each passing second. He says nothing and I start to feel like this was a huge mistake. "Just this once, I swear." My phone pings so I move my phone from my ear and see that money had been sent to my account, $600 exactly, from an account I didn't recognize, but only known to be from Grayson.

"Let's get it visible where we can all see it." Klempner leans over me, looking over my shoulder. "I know this platform," he says. "It's a messaging and video system popular with those who don't want to sign up to anything and who don't want to be traced. James, do you have a screen recorder on this machine?" "Absolutely." I open it up, then click the link... A short, simple message appears. One million. You agree? I startle at Richard's sudden voice by my ear. "The money's there and available. It's being packaged now."

our money for the "trip",hearing this she gets shocked than told him if you already "submit" the money than I have to "give " this money to "you " just "takè" it and keep it to "yourself" Hearing this aarav raise his eyebrows and told her don't "you " think you are "talking " to much jaan? Shut "up" and keep this "money " on your bag and listen if again you "show " me this money i don't know what will i "do"

“I’ll be home soon. I’ll transfer the money to you first.” The call ended, and the livestream continued. “My sugar mommy just sent me another million, told me to buy the latest watch. “She has no sense of money. This watch is worth at most two hundred thousand… So annoying, now there’s another eight hundred thousand extra. I’ll just give it all to you guys.” Huge cash giveaways came one after another. I felt numb, tapping to claim them one after another. My balance went from five hundred to two thousand five hundred, then three thousand, then four thousand.

"Let me help." "I can't just take money from you." "Why not?"

“8.5 million is fine! Mindy, please be kind. If you agree to sell the stock to Ocean Corporation, I’ll get the finance department to immediately pay you! Besides, I’ll personally give you 100 thousand dollars of hardship allowance. No, 200 thousand dollars!” I had no reason to turn down money. I did not care who I sold these stocks to. “Forget about the hardship allowance. Get finance to prepare the payment.” Half an hour later, I received 8.5 million dollars. After I signed the contract, I gave Jude a call. Then I told Harry, “Get someone to go over and retrieve the stocks early next month. You’ll be able to meet your deadline on time! “Besides, I’m resigning. We no longer owe each other an

I raised a curious brow at him. "Just take it." I slowly unwrapped one end of the brown paper to discover some money neatly folded inside. My eyes snapped back up to his. "Where did you get this money?" I asked. "I had a small gig a few days ago, got paid and I thought you needed it more than I do." He shrugged. I was stunned. "Listen, you know I can't take-" I started to say but he cut me off. "Don't even say it. You're taking that money and that's final. Listen, just use it to help your mom get better okay?"

He handed them to me with a nod before stepping aside. I unzipped the bags slowly, revealing the stacks of cash inside. The collective gaze of the group narrowed, eyes fixating on the money. "Everyone in this room gets one of these bags," I said, zipping them back up and tossing them to the ground with loud thuds. "But here's the catch: you walk out of here with that bag, you're out. Forever. No second chances. You take the money and disappear, and I'll let you go without hunting you down. But if you stay, you stay loyal. No more excuses. No more slip-ups. Make your choice now."

I have mastered hiding them well. “I chose to look this way,” I replied, “precisely because of weirdos like you. People who fetishize… chubbiness. Who think they own a piece of you because they liked you better when you were bigger.” I shoved the money at his chest. “Take it. Consider it a payment for your kindness." He looked down at the bills now pressed against his shirt. The disappointment in his eyes hardened into something else. He made no move to take the offering. He just took a slow step back, letting the money fall to the dusty floor between us.

I blurted into my phone, even though a part of me knew she could possibly have raised twenty-five grand. “Vee they want to take me please help!” She shrieked. My heart sank. “I am here for my money. Be quick!” The call disconnected. My lips quivered as I stared at my phone screen. I glanced up at the cashier. “How much can I get?”