Wilson Salvage Novels & Stories

Now he could concentrate on the bigger worries of Rick's affairs. Old Wilson had been auditing the businesses in the US under the RBG Group of late, as there seemed to be a pattern growing. They all showed signs of someone trying to take over in each of the main shipping offices. The main business that Rick had in America was in shipping. The medical supply and the finanical service end of things were doing much better, but in the shipping offices, something was amiss.

I murmured. His shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug. “There’s been… complications.” He didn’t look at me as he continued. “One of our port shipments came through flagged. It wasn’t one of ours, but it was tagged to one of our routes. No manifest. No signature. Containers filled with equipment—surgical, military-grade—but wiped clean. Nothing traceable.” I blinked. “That sounds serious.” “It’s Salvatore,” Wesley said. “He’s testing reach. Precision. Hiding things in plain sight. That’s his game.”

“Zachary and I have our reasons for being cautious. Just trust us.” Later that night, Sarah sat in her room, lost in thought. The news from West Ridge had shaken the entire East Coast. Just like Zachary had described, the abandoned factory was filled with bodies—a scene of horror no one could forget. The people of East Coast would never forget what happened in that factory, nor would they forget what the Wilson family had done. In just a few days, Wilson Corp’s stock had plunged, crashing all the way to the limit. Old Mr. Wilson could only grasp at straws, hoping to salvage something from the disaster.

The thought of waking up with the worst case of sunburn looking like a donut from a local store made me decide it wasn't worth risking it at all. I turned on my side letting my ass enjoy a little breeze and that's when I saw it. The bag was struggling with a wave trying to decide whether to stay or return to the open sea. I rushed on my feet and sprinted towards it making a frantic dive. I grabbed it pushing it to the safety of my enormous tits. Only after I was certain it was safe in my clutches did I get up and move to see the contents. The black bag must have come from the wreck. It looked expensive and yet simple. The type of bag you'd take for a 3day trip on a stupid cruise celebrating

However, if they repaid their loans now, everything would return to normal. The Wilson Group originally owed the bank eighty million dollars. However, Kenneth Wilson had invested ten million dollars in the Wilson Group in the past. Moreover, the bank had already repossessed their villa and all of their antiques. At that time, as long as they repaid the remaining tens of millions of dollars to the bank, the bank would return their villa and antiques to them. When that time came, they would still have tens of millions of dollars remaining in their company’s bank account. They would experience a complete reversal in the blink of an eye!