Unfinished Business Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The note he had written felt unfinished. He opened the file again. This time he did not start where he had left off. He went back to the first page. The original shell organization paperwork from months ago. He read the opening summary slowly. The structure of the false fronts. The way the money had moved through three different accounts before it reached the final handler. He had read this section before but he read it again anyway.

The city outside was at its spring pace, unhurried, the week's work beginning, the attending doing its work in all directions simultaneously. He worked. End of Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight

As I hurriedly moved forward to clean up, the happiness that I felt was cut short. "Once you finish cleaning the table. Come back here. You're not done for tonight." He casually stated. ############################ So that's chapter 13 guys. What do you think would happen next? 🤔🤔🤔

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Brandon's POV Work is something you can throw yourself into until it bruises you in all the right places. That’s what I told myself as I paced my office at past two in the morning, the city a dark blur through the glass. Papers, projections, legal memos, name it, I devoured them the way a man eats his own thoughts when he’s trying not to think about something else. Lunch shouldn’t have unsettled me but I guess that's what you get when you go out of the plan. But it was tactical, public, and I had it under control. I planned things so things would not plan me. But I guess I've learnt a lesson now.

She handed it to me and I stared at the address with an arched brow. “You need to find your way around. Welcome to the world of business, Caroline, where men put their all into it, dirty hands too. So don't just walk in and say you can handle their dirty money if you can't get your hands dirty too.” I stared at the address, long and hard with an unsettling feeling in the pit of my belly. Where would this take me?

Carlos was already waiting, jacket slung over his chair, his grin too careless for the storm I was carrying. “You look like hell, Gio,” he drawled, kicking back his feet. “Trouble in paradise?” “Business,” I snapped, tossing the ledger onto the desk. Numbers bled across the pages, shipments, payments, debts. Work. Something I could control. For hours, I buried myself in it. The ledger came first. Every number had to line up, every account checked twice. I made calls, set meetings, and flagged names that owed me more than they could afford. That book was the backbone of my empire, and tonight it demanded my attention.

“You love reading and books. There’s no bookstore in this city, so why not start one?” The idea, though unexpected, isn’t completely insane. In fact, the more I think about it, the more it appeals to me. A bookstore could be that something I’ve been searching for—a place where I could pour my passion and creativity, a business that reflects who I am. But doubt creeps in as quickly as the excitement. “I’ve never started a business before,” I say, uncertainty lacing my words. “I have no idea how to run one.” Chase gives me a reassuring look, his confidence in me unwavering. “We’ll help you. Take a few weeks, get settled here, handle your stepdad’s affairs so it’s not overwhelming, and then we’

I just need to stay calm and endure so the company can land in my hands. It's a toy company, and it's my dream to own one. When Charles told me about an old man wanting to sell his toy company, I had lashed into the opportunity without a second thought. I didn't discuss it with another person except Charles and it's only because he was the one who told me about the opportunity, even Laura isn't aware. They all just know I am here for a business but then the old man is making me want to give up on buying the company. He kept postponing my meeting with him. I don't understand the game he is playing

Chapter 24: With You I don’t know how I’m going to start again. I have very little money left and I don't want to let Mom know. I wanted to handle it by myself but how? I lost the business, lost all of my money, connections, my image was also damaged publicly, and I didn't even try to open a social media account just for the sake of just seeing an article about that Fujisaki guy!