Novel & Cerita The Briefcase In Pulp Fiction

Paper scatters differently when everyone in the room knows at least one sheet can ruin a bloodline. The briefcase hit the stone hard enough for the latch to split. Pages burst across the pantry floor in a messy white fan—typed statements, old copies, notary forms, insurance extracts, one church transfer slip, and the counter-file Hector had come there to protect. Gabriel kicked the case away first. I got to the counter file second. Hector got a hand on my sleeve.

She opened and search in-between his clothes until her eyes saw something that looked like a briefcase and documents. She brought the briefcase and the documents and laid them on the bed. She opened the briefcase and she couldn't believe her eyes. She could see bundles of 100 dollar notes that filled the briefcase. 'Today is my lucky day',so she thought. She wanted to take some of the money but felt it was too small so she decided to have the entire briefcase. Then she decided to look at the documents. They were land and house documents and she was impressed as she took the whole thing including the briefcase. Just as she was about to open the door and leave,she met Henry and Wilberforce at

“And while you’re at it, maybe explain why the fuck you thought you could stroll in here without invitation.” The suits didn’t have answers. They only had sweat, shaking hands, and a briefcase full of whatever dirty money or deals they thought would buy us. Too bad for them - we weren’t for sale. At least… not cheaply. The briefcase clicked open. Stacks of cash, neat and green, the stink of laundering all over it. I didn’t even have to sniff to know it came from backroom poker or blood fights. Maddox whistled low. “Looks like somebody had a good night at the slaughter pits.”

"Get the bag from the trunk. Deliver it to Meyer. You have five minutes." Zeno was left in utter confusion as he watched the glass wind up slowly and smoothly. "Great," he murmured to himself as he walked to the trunk and took out the heavy black briefcase. He wondered what was inside. Cocaine? Maybe there were cops in there waiting to search him so they could arrest him, finally ridding Sebastian of his presence. He took a deep breath as he started walking toward the huge gate. "State your business," an average-height security guy asked in a mean tone. Zeno was surprised; he hadn't expected an average guy among these giants. That’s probably why he missed him at first. But he didn’t take him

But then… “It's nothing lethal. I promise you.” She said lowering the briefcase to the ground. The ugly boy turned to look at the one sitting at the head of the table, El Zorro himself, who nodded slightly. The man dropped his gun and fondled with the briefcase as he tried to open it, revealing all we had to offer on the table. “What's this?” He asked in a heavy accent, shuffling our stuff with the point of his gun. Someone needed to teach him manners.

Everything could easily fit into three boxes. I observed her, offering help when needed, but my attention was drawn to a small, weathered briefcase tucked away in a corner. I picked it up, but my immediate reaction was to throw it to the floor as the handle of the briefcase was made from mountain ash and wolfsbane. Whoever made it clearly didn't want any shifter near that case. A faint but familiar scent reached my nostrils, a scent that brought back memories from that particular night, a dreadful one for me.

“About your education? I've talked to Mrs Stephen about it, so there's nothing to worry about. However, here's the big question: can I trust you?” “Do I have a choice?” I asked. “Not really.” he folded his arms across his chest, and shook his head. “What if I choose not to?” I asked. “You don't want your little secret to get out, do you.” he raised a brow. “No, I don't.” I said, dropping my head. “Good.” he said, and snapped his fingers. A young man walked up to our table with a briefcase in his grip. Conrad received the briefcase from him, and placed it on the table. He unlocked and turned it to me. In the briefcase were wads of cash.

The guards left with Dale in his hands noticed she had a briefcase chained to her wrist. At first he got carried away but took his eyes off the tempting case playing the loyal guards, but then this good virtue suffered sustainability as his eyes kept on going back towards the case. He knelt there holding Dale in his hands but his eyes greedily searching the content of the silver briefcase.

Not to mention, there was some porno playing on the PC, which I smashed to pieces, feigning annoyance. It looked like it had been in use recently. There was some paperwork recording the raids and whatever money was gathered from the stores that were under the mafia's protection racket scheme. That's just sick... Well, there is nothing useful in here, but a picture is worth ten thousand words. There has to be some sort of switch or trigger to see something hidden beyond the wall or something. I looked around and spotted a wooden, well-polished cabinet with a portrait of a middle-aged couple flashing a cruel smile with a child in their midst.

Women in revealing outfits moved between them, laughing and whispering in their ears. The man placed a briefcase on the table and slowly opened it. Inside were several packets filled with a white powdery substance. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” the man said with a grin. Lance didn’t respond. He simply stared at the contents of the briefcase with an unreadable expression. Marcus reached forward, calmly closing the case before picking it up. They turned to leave. But the man spoke again. “You’re new, huh?” Lance glanced back and nodded slightly.