Vegas Vip Org Novels & Stories

Had been up all night tracing financial records. "I found something," she said, sitting down and opening her laptop. "Reaper's been receiving payments from a shell company called Desert Ventures LLC. The company is registered in Nevada." "Nevada MC?" "Looks like it. But here's where it gets interesting." She turned the screen toward me. "Desert Ventures has been making payments to other people too. Big payments. To someone inside the Iron Wolves." My stomach dropped. "Who?" "I can't tell yet. The accounts are buried. But someone in your father's club has been working with Reaper and Nevada. Someone high up with access to club finances."

She was the best ghost in the machine. Objective: Terminate Cyprian Hale. Executive VP of Logistics. Rogue Corpo. The client was anonymous, but the credits were real. Fifty thousand now, fifty on completion. Enough to buy her way out of the rust-belt slums of Sector 4 for good. The penthouse security grid flickered and died. Vespera disconnected. She stood up, her cybernetic legs boosting her jump as she cleared the gap between buildings, landing silently on the penthouse balcony.

I walked over to Alyssa and told her that I am going to count the tips and I am going to call it a night and that she could have the rest of VIP once I cashed my customers out fast. So, I went to all my table that I had an apologized that I had been gone so long and that Alyssa was going to finish their nights but I needed to cash out what I had served them for and she would open the tabs again and when I finished with VIP I alone even though she was checking on tables made 23,000.00 and I made 11,000.00 in tips not counting what the guys gave me in the cage and what Mateo gave me in the room.

But she didn't want to appear weak in her response. Jasmine seized the chance to chime in, "Premium VIPs are ranked according to their spending. If both VIPs desire the same bag, the higher-ranked VIP is prioritized to purchase the bag. It hasn't been long since you owned this card, has it? Have you spent anywhere close to one million dollars yet?" Jasmine's taunts rendered Luna speechless. Based on her recent spending, she probably spent only around a few hundred thousand dollars. She didn't have much allowance, after all.

“I have work tomorrow. Did you not hear me?” “Yeah, but I can get into to Club Destiny; I have a contact who can give me free drinks and omega women, and then we’ll see if they prefer a beta or alpha.” Charles answers. Goddamn Alphas and their weak pride. “Don’t worry, they will have smelling salts to sober up in the VVIP section.” “You mean VIP?” I ask, and he chuckles. “Betas really don’t know anything, do they? There is a section for Alphas only.”

“Mr. Amir, it’s such an honor to have you here tonight. I see you’ve heard about our best girl. But Crystal doesn’t take VIP clients.” Amir arched an eyebrow. He knew what men like Morgan wanted. It was never about rules or policies. It was always about the money. He pulled out his phone and tapped something, then looked up, cold and sharp. “Reserve the entire lounge for me tonight. I’ll pay you 100,000 dirhams extra. She’ll be compensated handsomely too.” Morgan’s eyes widened. His greedy little hands almost trembled as he extended one for a handshake.

The customer expressed dissatisfaction and pouted, asking, "Is it all about money? How do I become a top VIP? Tell me! I want to be one too." The waitress remained polite and replied, "There are two ways. One is to become a restaurant shareholder, which automatically upgrades you to a top VIP. The other is to have an annual expenditure of ten million, and you can also be upgraded to a top VIP. Which option would you like to proceed with?" Who in their right mind would become a restaurant shareholder just for a meal? Not to mention spending ten million! Was that a joke? The waitress effectively halted the arrogant customer with her words, and the people behind also quieted down, as meeting th

ISABELLA'S POV It took Nicholas only one day to secure VIP access to Club Vertigo. They say money talks louder than words. Not really but in Club Vertigo, that saying couldn't be more accurate. A few million slapped on the table was all it took for Nicholas to be ranked as a VIP and for me to sneak in as one of the sex workers. Our identities were carefully concealed.

Gravesend—your ideal harbor…] Raina: “…” ‘What the hell! You’re a blood-soaked assassination syndicate—stop trying to sound so friendly!’ She massaged her brow and replied: [Information inquiry. What’s the price?] Customer Service 9527: [Dear esteemed guest, you are one of Gravesend’s top VIPs. Basic inquiries are free of charge, but classified information requires tier-based pricing.] 007 VIP: [Yesterday, someone placed a hit on a person named Raina Carrington. I want the details of the order—who placed it.]

He counted the money and shook my hand as he took the clipboard and read through it. “Kai, as in Kai, from Fresno?” he asked me, and I nodded. “I’ve heard about you.” “Is there any way we can keep this quiet?” I asked him, and he looked at me. “It won’t stay quiet for too long, there are VIPs in the house,” he said, and I closed my eyes for a second. VIPs meant Council members. We walked in through the large doors, and I took my new friends around the ring to a few empty seats near the corner post. “Sit here. If you want to bet, they’ll come to you. Enjoy the show.”