뱅커 Novels & Stories

George hangs up the phone saying that. Patrick took a deep breath and sighed "finally" he got up from the bed left his dormitory and to a taxi to the AIB bank branch near spring field City Square. AIB bank is the exclusive bank for the rich upper-class society people to open a bank account in this bank you need at least 10 million deposits in your bank account. every person who has a bank account in this bank will be given an ATM card according to their account balance. the highest version of the card is a black gold card. a back card with golden words and numbers on it.

Not anymore. "Where do you work Violet?", said a man by his right asked me as he sipped his drink. "A bank, in the city", Ansel answered. "Which one?", he asked further. "Erm", I wanted to answer but I was interrupted by Ansel. "GoldLink bank", he said "Oh nice, that's cool, it's a leading bank presently in the nation, I really hope they treat you right", he said nodding satisfactoryly. "I guess you stay closer to the bank", he asked.

We just came from vacation when that ambush happened, but I still couldn’t remember anything about it. “This account was not opened here, Dani. The code in Ireland has IR, and this is IT.” “Italy? What kind of bank is that?” “Arrow Monetary Group is worth a trillion dollars. You can’t open an account unless you have at least a fifteen million initial deposit.” “So my father had fifteen million dollars at that time. We were rich.” “Yes. That’s why your father made a lot of enemies. But the bank has been operating for thousands of years, and most of the account owners are billionaires, heads of secret organizations, dignitaries, politicians, clandestine government funds, to name a few.”

Kai tapped another file. A map appeared. Geneva. Specifically one building. A private financial institution built like a fortress. Marcus stared at it. “He wants to meet in a bank vault.” “Yes,” Adrian said pleasantly. “That’s Renard for you.” Damian’s eyes remained fixed on Adrian. “You believe this is real.” “I do.” “Why.” Adrian’s smile thinned slightly. “Because Renard has always been the most practical member of the council.” Marcus snorted. “He launders money for global conspiracies.”

"The Holy Syndicate," Alexander spat, shoving a fresh magazine into his sidearm, even though he knew lead was a primitive defense against the technology descending upon them. "The 'Architects of the Silence.' My father used to tell stories about them—the original bankers who funded the world’s wars so they could buy the world’s peace."

A fresh wave of absolute vulnerability and uncertainty sweeps through my chest. "Banks."

"I built my whole war on being invited freely onto ground I meant to take. I would be a poor brother if I did not warn you the move is being run on you now." "Then we do what we always do," I said. "We test it before we believe it." I replied to the number with a single line, offering nothing, asking one thing. A name. Not a demand for trust, just a place to stand. Who are you, and which of your secrets deserved to scatter. The answer came within the hour, and it was not what I expected, because it was a confession. “My name is Cassius Renn. I ran the largest merchant bank on the eastern seaboard for twenty years.

“Me. I would’ve lent you the money, babe.” I shook my head. “No, Dee. You’re my friend, and I love you, but money always messes up friendships. Besides, you and Baron are going to start IVF soon. You guys need the cash. Plus, I wouldn’t want you to give up having kids to save my punk-ass brother’s butt. Anyway, I called Bane. He came over, more than happy to pay the bookie on Hawk’s behalf, then add that total to the overall owing amount without adding interest.” “What do you know, a mobster with a conscience,” she shot back.

I was in his robe, and I tried to leave his bed, now very fucking angry, but he stopped me, completely changing the subject. “Did you get your money?” He asked, keeping me in his arms again. I shook my head, getting mad now that I remembered how that banker spoke to me. “Why? What happened?” “The banker said I need his approval, and she was so rude to me when she said it. It made me feel a certain type of way.” “Who?” His voice went a bit deeper, scary. “The banker. She even told me to step aside so she could attend to other customers.”

Sugai suggested. “I didn’t object.” Dash smiled politely. From inside his own jacket, he took out a business card for Sugai. Sugai looked at it and was really surprised. A strange man was a director of a big company. Sugai’s first thoughts flew over his head, Daisy could get a better bargain about the finance in their relationship. Every worry has gone. He absolutely believed in Dash. Before leaving, he said happily to Dash "it's all thanks to you. If there’s a chance, we’ll meet again.” Everything was fine. Sugai took Hana to his car.