Take My Money Gif の小説・ストーリー

Atinuke asked with surprise boldly written all over her face. I shrugged "Exactly what it means" I replied. "Whoa! You have must strong connections" Atinuke said as I strapped my sandals and stood upright. "So, follow me, I have to withdraw the money from my account" I said as Atinuke stared at me. "Huh? You've gotten the money already?" Atinuke asked with shock on her face. I nodded. "Overnight?" Atinuke asked again. "Do you want the money or not?" I asked already slightly irritated.

I said before tossing the head towards him, he holds it with a twisted grin before motioning to his men who all open the briefcases, showing the cash before they close it and bring it towards me. My men come and take the money and bring it to the van "well it was a pleasure doing business with you" I said smiling as the man bows down. "The pleasure was all mine," he stated and with that I walked away, moving to sit in the back of the car, I let out a little sigh when my phone rang. "Jack," I said in a monotone voice. "Hey boss just wanted to let you know, money for Mr. Bae has been collected and all the men have made it out successfully," he stated.

Keeping my secret hidden or paying my fees? "Give me the money, and nobody dies today," he said, waving his fingers and waiting for me to give in. I lowered my face forlornly and stared at the dollars in my hands, a sigh escaping my lips. I gave up and handed him the money. "Take it," I said. "Now delete the video." Once I placed the money onto his palm, I insisted that he delete the video. However, judging by the smirk on his lips, I knew that wasn't going to happen.

“I know that you don’t know me and don’t care about me, but I need your help right now, please.” There was another moment of silence. “And what do I get in return?” He asked, his voice laced with curiosity. I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, I’ll return the money with ten percent interest.” “Wait, are you returning the money in cash or by transfer?” “Transfer,” I replied slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. He laughed. “Return it with a hundred percent and we have a deal.” “Hundred percent?” I asked with a loud gasp.

After waiting for a full five minutes, the other party sent a message, [I've accepted the task, 4 million, transfer it to my card. When Grace saw that it was 4 million, her vision went black and she almost fainted. How could it be so expensive? Just a move of her fingers? Grace quickly replied: [Hello, can it be cheaper? I'm a little tight on money lately, I'll look for you again if I need anything in the future.] Red Fox: [What task are you posting if you don't have money? Get lost!] Grace panicked when she saw this. [Sorry, I'll transfer the money to your card. I want to see the records after you delete them.]

I think she's angry at me and I don't know why. What is wrong, say something to me, I say. Why did you take it she said in a serious tone Take what? I ask her. My money, why did you take my money? What money Gwen? My $5,000 was in my traveling bag. Why would you take it from me? I have no idea what you're talking about. Why would I take your money? "Well if you did not take it then who did?" Oh you mean the money you stole? I asked her sarcastically But immediately I wish I didn't.

I'm so small in front of him. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. How is his health? He asked. He's good. I answered. I'll send you the money if you tell me your account number. I will give you $270,000. I'll give you the rest of the money when you get pregnant. Okay, I said. I gave him my account number and left. ~~~~

“I misplaced the one you gave me. Didn’t even get the chance to cash it.” My mind spun. I’d given him a cheque for one million dollars. One. Million. And now he was saying he lost it? But I’d seen the alert. That exact amount had been withdrawn from my account. “No,” I said slowly. “That money already left my account. I got the debit alert.” “That’s not my business,” he said, shrugging. “I didn’t get it. I need another.” I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “You’re joking,” I whispered. “You have to be.”

When am I getting the money? Then he swiped his finger. Seeing the clear face on his phone, he smirked. 'It seems I can extort more money with this picture!'

"Here. Count it if you want." I flipped through the bills. Five thousand dollars. All there. I nodded in a positive way which signifies it was complete and took out a small package from my pocket. "Here's your product. Pure. No cuts. I don't give a refund so don't come back." He checked the package, gave a short nod, and moved back into his car with calculated speed like he was chased by something. The taillights disappeared into the dark streets. I put the money into my pocket sharply, I didn't want to hear stories. Then, I lit a cigarette.