The Big Short Audiobook Novels & Stories

The man doing the report in front asked me out of the blue in a nervous manner. My silence at the moment and the deep sigh afterwards might have been nerve-wracking for the people inside the Audio-visual room. "Haa~ Just ... finish your presentation, and Jeff, give me a copy of the meeting's summary later on," I ordered. The man in front did as I asked him to do. - - - - - 'Finally. The meeting has ended.' I was preoccupied daydreaming about Solenn that when I sighed in an audible voice, I was too shocked to make an excuse for myself.

Did Nana hear him last night? The doctor asked Nana to stay in the hospital overnight for observation. I was about to thank Carl and let him go home when he cleared his throat and said, “I think you should see this. This might be the reason why your grandmother fainted. The nurse gave me her phone and I found this.” I looked at Nana’s phone and a news article about some company closing. They scammed a lot of people by asking them to invest in their company. And now they are on the run with all of the money of the people who had invested with them.

I did not want to spend another minute here, as a woman got up on stage and started to call the nominees for Biggest New Business. “The winner of this category started their business five years ago and in the first three years, they managed to rack up a whopping sum of two billion dollars worth of income, which has increased since those first three years. Ladies and gentlemen, the award goes to Pace Automobile, owned by Mr. Jaxon Pierce.” The hall was silent for a few seconds then became rowdy from the cheering around. Even I was trying to make sense of the situation when Jaxon stood up to take my hands into his, leading us to the stage.

Started to melt, flowing up the Auditors arm like oil. CRACK. The white gold book broke in half. The pages did not fall. They turned into a cloud of dots that got sucked into my right eye and deleted. The Auditor stumbled back its coat falling apart the numbers on its fabric turning into nonsense. "The thing we were looking at... Is gone " the Auditor whispered, its line fading away. "The Bank... Says this place is a loss." With a sound the Auditor turned into a pile of harmless silver dust that covered the floor like frost.

“Thank you.” “Amen,” Mrs. Turner mutters. “Fuck them.” We all laugh, dark, sharp laughter, when the speaker on Mr. Blackwood’s desk buzzes. “The asset is here,” a voice says. I grin. “The asset? Like Mission Impossible?” Everyone nods. Mr. Blackwood walks to a section of the wall, pulls a book, presses a hidden button, and a door opens behind the shelf. A man enters with a medical cart full of tubes, needles, ice packs. He's calm and professional.

“You lived there with your family’s old housekeeper. Your parents took you back later—so you could learn the life you were supposed to have long ago. “But you became blinded by wealth…” Then, everything went silent. The world seemed to spin around her. Aeliana clutched her head, pain spreading through her skull. She tried to fight it—tried to listen, to understand—but her body was no longer cooperating. Her vision blurred. Hannah’s figure swirled before her eyes, her mouth still moving, but Aeliana could hear nothing. The world faded into darkness.

"What are my options?" "Declare personal bankruptcy, restructure the fund, liquidate assets. Or try to ride it out, hope the news cycle moves on, rebuild from whatever's left." David sounded tired, like he'd been having this conversation all day with different clients in similar situations. "But Carter, honestly? I think you're done in Manhattan. Maybe done in finance entirely. This story is too big, too public. No one's going to trust you with their money after this." Done in Manhattan. Done in finance. Done being Carter Vaughn, self-made billionaire, proof that you could build something from nothing if you were smart and ruthless enough. Now I was just Carter Vaughn, the guy from the bet s

, But big baby still had his eyes closed "You can open your eyes now" I said , he batted his lashes and slowly and let them open . i couldn't stop staring, suprisingly he too was staring at me . it was as if time stopped the moment we locked eyes . he started moving his head slowly towards mine *what was he about to do * I thought, I wanted to move but I just couldn't ,my eyes still fixed on his. Suprising he moved pass my lips and rested on my ears "hey ugly,you still owe me a tour" he whispered ,his closeness was doing something to me ,I didn't just know .I just quickly opened the door and ran out of the room. I couldn't take it anymore,damn I hated the way he made me feel

Once everything settles down, come to me, and we'll get you onboarded. I nodded hard, my fingers tightening around my phone. A second earlier, a notification had popped up saying 200 thousand dollars had just hit my account. I didn't give Joe or Sasha another look. I squared my shoulders and walked out of the building. What they didn't know was that with me gone, this place was already one step from going under. I was looking forward to seeing whether, a month from now, Joe would still be strutting around like he did today. After all, I was the one sitting on all the evidence of his tax evasion.

“I’ve been planning to start my own company here in the States. A tech-investment firm. I want you in as my partner.” Braxton’s brows lifted slightly. “You trust me with that?” Aiden shrugged. “I trust your brain for money. Not your social skills, but your brain? Absolutely.” Braxton’s smirk returned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “It wasn’t,” Aiden shot back. Then he looked at me, grinning. “You see what I deal with? Imagine him during university—cold, arrogant, and always making professors cry.” “That sounds accurate,” I said.