뱅커 Novels & Stories

When she saw me, she frowned impatiently and urged, “Are you the new nanny? Don’t just stand there! “God, this is so annoying. The last one died, and now the baby won’t stop crying. I don’t have time for this. I’ve to go buy a limited-edition bag. Only one person gets to buy it. If I’m late, I’ll miss out on it!” I sized her up. Her outrageous words left me speechless. The woman before me bore no resemblance to the plain, country girl from the photos I had seen. Money could truly change people. When I was still rooted in place, Phoebe stamped her foot irritably. “Hello? Are you deaf or something? Who do you work for? I’m reporting you.” I sneered and said, “I’m not a nanny. I’m here catching

Firstbank, Lagos. Yaba Branch. Since crowded places made him nauseous, Milkos did not flinch when he got sandwiched into the stuffy Transaction Area of the banking hall. He had come to deposit some cash. The line of people on the deposit queue was almost fifteen feet long. So he opted for a cold cup of water from the dispenser while waiting for the queue to be decongested. When it was finally his turn to perform his transaction, he walked up to the counter, smiled at the beautiful bank representative and slid his fat wad of a thousand naira notes across it, the rep took the money and counted with the machine.

Axel Banks, owner of AX gallery and he is what I called the Money bank. "How do you know that he rarely smiles? Have you seen him in flesh?" I questioned the driver because I detected a lie in his tone. "Yes, I have seen him in flesh back in erm....."The driver paused and cleared his throat. "I don't remember when I saw him but all I can say is that he is a strange man. Avoid him when you see him." "Yeah, Mr driver." I rolled my eyes in annoyance and stared outside the window. "This is your first exhibition Camille but you can do it," I muttered.

Bruce made up his mind, turned around, spread out the prepared materials on the table, and picked up the tablet next to him. "It's almost certain that the person who contacted Ryan is an in-law of the Duncan family. This person's name is [supporting character's full name]. He is not a pack member, but he has very close ties with the Duncan family. He is a vassal of the Duncan family." "Banks collect payments through underground banks. They pay bills and make payments at the same time. Except for the bank's records, no one knows who the source of the money is, let alone the purpose of the payment."

Mr Coker asked, "I want to send some money to my mom" Doyin retorted, "That's not a problem", Mr Coker said, "tell me how much do.you like to send to your mom?" he asked, "I don't know your financial strength, but I will give you the bank account number, you make the transaction now" Doyin said, "Give me my phone" Mr Coker said, Doyin gave him the phone, and he made the transaction of two hundred thousand to Doyin's mom bank account, and he said, "done", transaction successful" and he smiles,

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

his mother said. “I get it, and forgive me for overeacting,” Adam said, and I can sense sarcasm in his voice. He adds, “And I will give you an honest answer. You all know the most well-known business bank in the country that funds businesses, right?” They all nod their heads, especially my parents. “Well, except that you don’t know who the owner is,” he continues, curiosity hanging more in the air with every passing moment. “I am!” “Mh?”

Then forcing a balmy smile, he unlocked the door and swirled into the room like a warm breeze. "Good evening," he said, his eyes finding his clients. "I am Fombellida Alexandra. How can I be of serv-" the rest of the sentence lodged somewhere beneath his Adam's apple. The woman before him was as unexpected a visitor as Alexandra had ever had. "I'm sorry, do we know each other?" Sophie asked. She did not recognize the banker, but he for a moment looked as if he'd seen a ghost. "No…," the bank president fumbled. "I don't… believe so. Our services are anonymous." He exhaled and forced a smile. "My assistant tells me you have a gold key but no account number? Might I ask you how you came by this

Bruce; I am the manager of BB bank international. Sir, I have noticed that your bank balance has increased tremendously so I decided to consult you if you would allow us your bankers to put your money into an investment for you. Oh, Mr. Bruce thanks for calling infect that is the reason why I have made those transfers so sir go ahead and invest on my behalf. Douglas do you have a special interest in an area you want us to invest in? No No any area that you think is safe and I would get enough returns.

Alex murmured to himself, “Let him in.” The door opened and a scrawny banker, a man in his late forties clearly one who’s seen better days waltzed in. He snagged onto his crooked tie, trying to act composed but he was standing in front of a powerful mafia boss…terror was an understatement. Alex’s brow arched, “Who are you?” “I…I’m James sir…” “Okay??” The Banker adjusted his weary thin-framed glasses which he pushed up his nostril, “I was sent here as regards an enormous withdrawal from your bank account. A suspicious sum of money was spent on your platinum card, I’m here in case of an identity fraud.”