뱅커 Novels & Stories

"Can you stop calling me Young master! From now on you can simply call me Mr. Young or Mr. Grey. So about your question I was thinking of heading to the world bank first because I want to check my account's total balance." "Okay then Mr. Young we shall head there now." They then reach the world bank. As they were about to get off the car. Grey told them that they should not bring too much attention and then they decided to send off the other cars back and only two remaining cars was left. When they entered the building, a beautiful lady in her 30s then walks up to them. It was the branch manager of the world bank in Amity hill. Her name was Dorris Brown and she was the one in charge of this

As he drove on, the driver inquired. “I’m sorry, bad day.” “It’s too early to have one, but some people are designed to ruin our days, especially the rich ones.” His words made me laugh. “Thank you.” “You are welcome.” The man stated. The rest of the ride was peaceful. The car came to a halt in front of the bank. I went down, rated the man’s service, and tipped him. The bank wasn’t very busy, so I waited a few minutes for someone to assist me. Before gaining access to my funds, the banker began asking me a few questions. As he typed, I noticed a puzzled expression on his face. He then sighed.

"I see you’ve managed to drag yourself out of your bunker." ​"You've played a very foolish game, Sara," he said, stepping closer, his men moving in perfect, synchronized tandem behind him. "You thought you were cleaning the house, but you’ve simply exposed your own incompetence to the world. These gentlemen are from the Southern District. We’ve been discussing the Zurich disbursements."

"So this is what you look like. You're even prettier than I imagined. Nice to meet you. My real name is Calvin Fulton." Before this, Yvonne had only sent him a few blurry side-profile and back-view photos. Our figures were similar enough that he didn't suspect a thing. When I shook his hand, I carefully counted the long string of numbers floating above his head. I wasn't mistaken—it was ten digits long. But what shocked me even more was that the number was steadily and rapidly increasing. Was this what being rich was like? Calvin literally didn't have to lift a finger. He could just laze around and live off interest, and he'd still be filthy rich.

He kept mute since it was a cheque, he put the cheque in his small bag, held it tight and took a vehicle to the bank. When he got to the bank, the first young beautiful lady that attended to him looked at him disdainfully because of his classless look before asking him some rhetorical questions. "Marcus Davis?" The banker inquired from Marcus. "Of course, say me a congratulatory word, I just won that," Marcus replied, smiling sweetly while the banker ignored him and she continued to check his profile. "Do you want cash or what?" She raised her head to ask Marcus. "Not really, I just need a little cash and the rest should be transferred to my bank account," Marcus replied to the banker not lo

Arthur asked, his eyes narrowing for the first time. "The baby stays with me," I hissed. "It’s a suicide run," Xander realized, stepping to my side. "To jump-start that fragment, someone has to climb the exterior of the antenna. The radiation from the pulse alone..." "I'm the Banker," I said, a tear rolling down my cheek. "I’m the one who decides how the assets are spent. And I'm spending my life to buy his."

“Who is this man?” Micah grabbed his glass again, but instead of drinking from it, he held it in his palm. “Cato Marino.” That name meant nothing to me. Micah must have recognized the blankness in my eyes because he elaborated. “He owns the biggest bank in the world. He hides money for the Chinese, has ties with the vaults in Switzerland, and half the debt of the United States can be attributed to him. There may be banks under different names, but they’re all owned by the same man.”

At that point, Richard could not help but burst into laughter. Andrius looked at his smug expression and could not be bothered to deal with him. He simply took out another card from his pocket. It was not an ordinary bank card. It was entirely black with a gold border around it. There was neither any description of the bank that issued it nor the card number displayed. There was only a vast ocean adorned with sapphires in the middle, endless and boundless. “That’s...” Richard saw the bank card and suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief. He looked at Andrius in amazement and exclaimed, “The World Bank black card!”

one of the founders I recognized to be of Revolt Bank said encouragingly at Anushka who just smiled widely at her "Thank you mam" Anushka uttered shyly as both women shook hands.. They were lot of praises after that from all the people that wished to congratulate me but of course Mr Beret Corbin had to crush the mood as always..That man had serious problem with me..He was the owner of BC Bank and his bank was the biggest competition to D&M..He just didn't want to understand that my bank was the best and more productive than his..The man always skimmed against me but fell short every damn time ..

The cool air hit me like a wave, and I immediately adjusted my glasses, I had bought to disguised while scanning the room. I kept my face turned slightly away from the security camera in the corner, not wanting to be caught in its gaze. The bank was bustling, a mix of customers and employees moving about like clockwork. I approached the counter, my heart racing. “Good morning,” the banker said, her smile bright but her eyes tired. “How can I help you today?” “I’d like to make a withdrawal,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. The banker raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face. “And what would be your name?”