뱅커 Novels & Stories

His arm entered one of his many pocket, took out the silver pieces and gave them to the merchant without a second of thought. “Pleasure doing business, come again.” The man left. The banker smoothed his long thick mustache. His face was bloated. “Get your loans here!” he shouted as loud as he could. “Get your loans here! You won’t find better on this side of Pontar.” He waited, leaned on the bright green fence. A woman came, slowly lifted her head from her scarf and continued down the road. The banker continued to wait. The day has just started. There will be a customer or two. At that very moment, an elderly woman approached his stand.

she urged, but I was already sliding my thumb across the green bar. “This is Bridges,” I said, every last ounce of humor, playfulness and lust vanishing from me at the same time. “What can I do for you, Mr. Banks?” “Mr. Bridges. How are you?” The man said crisply, with his typically nasally voice. It was weak. But as his name suggested, he might as well have been a bank. He was richer than even my father had been. “I’m in a meeting at the moment, actually,” I replied, equally as curt. “Was there something you wished to discuss?”

She says this and stands up. “Where are you going?” I ask. “I’ll be back; don’t move.” She says this and smirks. I watch her walk to the bar. She orders something, and the bartender prepares it and puts it in front of her. She asks for something else, and the bartender turns once again to get her what she asks for. He comes back towards her and hands her the other drink; she grabs them and comes back towards me, and I raise my eyebrow at her.

Haha. "Hello Banker?" I asked on the other line. "Who the fvck is that boy?" I looked at Kent because I thought I heard his voice on the other line. His brows furrowed and he almost dropped his phone in annoyance. Moody tologo of Mokong. "Well.. You're a male banker? Louis said you're a female say? Why are you so big?" I asked okay Banker on the other line but I dropped my phone after Banker yelled at me.

These people need to understand that I do not understand their coded curses! “The account is located on Cayman island at the same secret bank we use,” Nicolas said, rubbing his forehead. “Isn’t it helpful? You know, if he uses the same bank, you can find out stuff, right?” I asked. They looked at me as though I had committed some sort of transgression. “Mrs. Boss, the banks are extremely secretive about this. They have the most advanced firewall in the world. That’s why we trust them! Even if we attack their system, they will build it back in less than a minute.”

She said, Luthor raised his brow when he heard her as he sat down beside Rose after letting go of the handshake. Elite Bank, that was the name of the bank written on Rose's black credit card she had brought out at the car shop. Who would have believed that he would have the chance to meet with the youngest branch general manager of Elite Bank? It was such a pleasure.

He shivers slightly and lowers his gaze, playing with the glass of vodka he is holding. “Tell your boss that he will receive the payment soon,” I mutter. The discomfort that was scribbled over his face suddenly disappears, and he releases a sigh he has been holding since the conversation began. “My boss doesn’t want the money sent to the regular account. He is having some issues at the moment and wishes to receive the money through his burner bank accounts,” the man says in a shaking voice. My brows raise, and I exchange glances with Tom as the man scribbles figures on a piece of paper.

Ahana I hiss as I read the offer letter from VBC International Bank, offended that, after what I thought was a great interview, they have made me an offer for a Banking Officer position, the very same one I have been stuck on at AFIT for way too long. Their reason being that their salary band is way higher than AFIT’s, and my current salary places meets Assistant Banking Officer level in their bank. So, to them, they have actually made me a better offer. I am incensed that my current poor remuneration has been used as their benchmark, and not my pending Master’s degree, or even all my years of experience. Hissing again, I rip the letter to pieces and trash it. This is just one down. Hopefull

“This is a restricted vault.” One of the men smiled faintly. “We know.” His Italian accent was thick. “Move aside.” “I will not.” The man tilted his head slightly. “You misunderstand.” He pulled something from his jacket. Not a gun. A phone. He showed the banker the screen. Whatever was displayed there made the older man’s face go pale. “You see?” the man said calmly. “We have authorization.” The banker looked shaken. “This… this order is signed by—” “Yes.” The man slipped the phone back into his pocket.

He informed me to get ready because I would come with him to a meeting tonight. Meeting? I immediately typed a reply, "What meeting?" It didn't take him long before I received a response. It was a meeting with Mr. Evander Vanzanth, a known CEO of bank and finance companies. He was now investing in banks and shipping lines and now he would meet with Mr. Vanzanth.