뱅커 Novels & Stories

WOMAN. Phone vibrated. I took out my phone from my pants pocket and it was from EPL (Europa-pacific Lines). I didn't answer nor cut it.... Meanwhile, Geneva Lucretia Salinas, the goddaughter of old Salinas Augustus Jackson, president of the Tinsel Progressive Congress, was presenting the grand funders for 2021, “In the honour of 2022 Mind of the Elderlies launch, I'm glad to present to you our grand funders...”

Alex hesitated and asked, "May I ask who you are?" "Hello Mr. Cohen, I'm an employee of the Bank of America Yewvale Road Branch. My name is Josie Liedl. I’m sorry to bother you, but Mr. Cohen, you’ve just made a huge transfer to your savings card at our bank, right? I was wondering if you have any plans to invest your money? It just so happens that we have a couple of very good financial products that aren’t very risky, but have a very high return..." "No, thanks. I have my own plans. No need to recommend it."

"You just kicked a hornet's nest." "Good," Jackson wrapped his arm around Serenity. "I like honey." "One down," Serenity checked the list on the table. "Two to go." "Who's next?" Jackson asked. Serenity pointed to a name. Baron Rothschild. The Head of the Central Bank. The man who funded the madness. "The Money Man," Jackson grinned. "My favorite kind of target."

"Oh, my dearest customer, Mister Feuillet. How may I assist you? I, Fabian Winter, am willing to be at your service!" "Can you please apply a new bank card for me? I need it now! And also transferred three hundred million dollars to that card. Oh, and a few thousand dollars too just to make it look real!" Severin thought for a while and said, "Can you do that now? Like within ten minutes?" Fabian replied immediately, "Yes, of course. But I need to call the upper management to get authority. I'm just a bank director. And you have to send me your identification number and the account number of the Violet-Gold Card!"

Present “I’m sorry, ma’am, we can’t lend you money at this moment.” I nipped my nails in frustration when the banker said this over the phone. Despite my best efforts, I just couldn’t get a loan to save my house. Now, I don’t understand what to do. I hesitated as I asked, “Can you try once again?” “I’m afraid I can not,” he replied with a sigh and paused for a moment. “Is there anything I can help you with, Miss Davidson?”

She looked to Dimi and nodded. “We have,” Dimi gladly jumped in. “We have another offer on the table we are entertaining and funnily enough, in the limo on the ride over, a brand-new offer from a company we hadn’t heard from yet came in. It seems a certain banker mentioned our app at a luncheon today and it was all the buzz.” “Is this so? It cannot compare to our offer.” He appeared nonchalant as he leaned away from the server and met Magda’s eyes coldly.

"How on earth am i going to pay him my father's debts now?" The bank person looked uncomfortable, glancing around as if someone might overhear their conversation. "I don't know, Miss Abeni," she said quietly. "All I can tell you is that we don't want any trouble with Mr. Kuznetsov. He's been very good to us, and we appreciate his business. We need to protect ourselves, and that means following his instructions."

I slid down the screen to uncover a message from my banker. ~Mr. Maximilian McTavish, a cashier's check from your account, has been cashed in the amount of $155,000.~ I threw my head back and laughed. "OK Meredith, I understand you enjoy playing dirty," I got serious now. "Let the games begin."

“There's no way you don’t have an account that’s been active for five years. Why are you being so silent?” He hesitated and scratched the back of his head. “I do, but that account has issues,” he muttered. “What kind of issues?” the banker asked. Anthony didn’t respond with anything that made sense, just vague excuses that only heightened my irritation. Trying to salvage the situation, I turned to the banker. “Can we use my account instead since he’s here with me?” “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the funds must be transferred directly into the account of the person listed as the recipient. It's a policy.”

A text bounces back. Then we are screwed. Tell them to hurry the fuck up!!! I peer around the door jamb like a mouse and smile sweetly at the bank teller. “Excuse me, I have a plane to catch and I am in a really big hurry. How much longer will it be?” “Of course, my apologies. Another teller is just cross checking it now. You are so lucky that we just had a delivery of cash this morning or we wouldn’t have had that amount here for withdrawal.”