Tattle Teller の小説・ストーリー

Tolu explained, “Are you sure it will work out in that way?“ Zack asked, “try that one, If he didn't work, I will teach you another tougher level that she can't resist,” Tolu says, “Okay, I will give you feedback tomorrow, because 'Tara is very stubborn,” Zack says, and they were still gisting when Tolu saw the alert of five thousand dollars, and he was still checking his phone when 'Tara called, “hello 'Tara” Tolu responded, “how are you?“ he asked, “am fine” 'Tara retorted, “can I talk to Zack?“ she asked,

"Is there something you want to ask or tell me?” His question hung in the air, and I felt a surge of anxiety. After a long pause, I finally found my voice. "Yes, I do have something to tell you. A lot, actually. But for some reason, I'm not sure if I should trust you.” To my surprise, he let out a laugh, a genuine, hearty sound that made my heart flutter. It was the first time I'd seen him laugh like that, not forced or strained. "Keilah," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement, "if you feel like whatever is on your mind is worth not telling, then let it be until you're ready. But if it has anything to do with death or danger, I'd appreciate knowing so I can see what I can do about it."

Instead of turning off, words flashed on the screen, and a voice sounded from somewhere. “Active communication, ready. Proceed?” Fucking hell. Was the damn thing making calls without her knowledge? Fuck. Gerri was so gonna kick her ass. Tally had warned her. She was one of those people who didn’t beat around the bush. “Be careful with getting into trouble with Gerri. She won’t hold back. She tells it like it is.” Great. Now she’d be the one having to tell Gerri she’d broken her machine. “Active communication ready. Proceed?”

Susanne felt somewhat embarrassed, avoiding eye contact. She thought the bank card had a meager balance, which was why the teller was so disinterested. "Yes, please." However, the teller became increasingly nervous, clutching the card as though it were a priceless treasure. Finally, she managed to mutter, "P—Please wait for a moment." After that, she rushed to the back office, leaving Susanne bewildered at the counter. Without even knocking on the door, the teller burst into the office of the bank's general manager, Jamie Bidner. She was visibly out of breath as she exclaimed, "Mister Bidner, s—something crazy just happened!"

“Yes. If you have a case to put the money in, please give me two. I’ll buy them at market price.” Wynn smiled politely, thinking that this teller was really kicking up such a big fuss. She must be a newcomer. The teller took the card, looked at the golden island sign on it, and almost fainted! Seeing the teller’s nervous look, Wynn asked with concern, “Are you alright?” The teller was taken aback. She gulped and hurriedly said to Wynn, “Please wait a moment. This matter is too big. I can’t handle it for you. Please wait as I get the branch manager!”

Please call at your earliest convenience, but not before 9AM. X-XXX-XXX-XXXX Georgia Calloway. P.S. your tip is an advance. Curious note aside, I looked at the tip amount. $10,000.43 I nearly fainted.

"Moring. I would like to transfer some money to an account. It is under the name Jenna Eva Sanders." The teller took the slip that I wrote the amount on. Her mouth formed an O. "Jordan Sanders, can you give me a minute, please?" She held up a finger before moving to the brown desk behind her. "Sir, Miss Jordan Sanders is here." She said into the phone. "Miss Sanders, just wait one minute, please. My manager would like to have a word with you, in the meantime. I'll make the transfer." A man that was considerably shorter than me came over smiling.

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

I plan to have a pocket money this weekend from him, because I am sure Mama would not give more than she gave me yesterday. From Tiden: Account number? I smiled. Tiden is really reliable. I quickly replied the account number of my bank savings account. A few minutes later a notification entered my phone saying that someone deposited twenty thousand in my bank account. Wait, twenty thousand? I quickly send him a message. To Tiden: Hey, it's too much.

I picked as soon as I saw the caller ID. “Yes? Any news for me?” I inquired. “You have to come see this, boss.” One of my men, Teck — an alias he’d gotten from being a tech specialist — said. There was this coolness in his tone but underlying it was disbelief and surprise. “Teck, what is it?” He was called that because of his expertise in anything technology. He was superb with computers and the likes, of other communication tools. “Sorry boss, can’t say over the phone, the line could be tapped. You have to come this yourself.” There was urgency.