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I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The candidates
It was the first week of new year and Barry had flown back to North Hills with his sister and Veronica. Before Barry left Wesington city, he made sure the project was progressing well without his involvement.Veronica assured him she would take full control of the project in his absence.Barry took her word for it and let her do her job.In the meantime, now he was back from the holidays, Barry began setting his priorities straight.This year, he was going to graduate from college and his sister is also graduating from high school.He also has plans to marry Veronica this year. There was just so much to be done.Barry adjusted his suit as he stepped into the lobby of Sullivan Group headquarters. He was ready to dive back into business and expand his company as far as he possibly could. The clean energy car project was at it's peak. Barry wanted to see its progress firsthand before focusing on his upcoming graduation and wedding plans. As he walked through the lobby, his sharp eye
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Rejected
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the immaculate corporate office of Sullivan Group's HR department. Jerome strode in confidently, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor, while Sandra followed quietly behind, clutching her portfolio tightly. The HR director, a sharp-eyed woman in a tailored suit, stood from her desk as they entered. Without hesitation, she extended her hand to Sandra. "Ms. Miller, congratulations. You've got the job." Sandra's eyes widened in shock. "W-what? But—but we haven't even interviewed yet!" Jerome stiffened. "Hold on a damn minute! You didn't even look at our resumes! Why the hell did you hire her and not me?" The HR director gave him a cool, unimpressed look. "Ms. Miller is more qualified. And frankly, Mr. Carter, your father is a billionaire. She needs this opportunity more than you do." Jerome's face flushed red with fury. "That's bullshit! It's not my fault my father's rich! I earned my qualifications—what the hell can sh
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The imposter
Richard ignored Jerome's question as he continued. "Plan A was for you to infiltrate Sullivan Group, gather intel, and sabotage them from within. But now?" His lips curled into a sinister smile. "Now we move to Plan B." Jerome looked straight at his father. "Which is?" Richard stood up from his seat, his eyes gleaming ruthlessly. "We rally every billionaire who's felt the sting of Sullivan Group's dominance. We form an alliance—a coalition of the powerful—and we crush Barry and his empire before it's too late." Jerome's initial shock gave way to a vicious resolve. "I'll do anything to bring that company down. I will not rest until Sullivan Group is destroyed."Richard grinned slyly. "Good. Very good."* * * *A few days later, Barry pulled up outside of Mr. Wexler's mansion. Mr. Wexler stood at the entrance of his mansion with Roxanne to welcome Barry."Barry," he greeted, extending a hand as Barry stepped out of the car. "Thank you for coming. I appreciate you honoring this me
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours A faithful servant
The billionaires transferred billions to Luther's offshore accounts within days.They were so blinded by their greed that they were obvious to any potential deception. The money flowed into the shell companies as planned, with Luther providing regular updates on the accumulating Sullivan Group shares. Then, silence. Two days passed with no word from Luther. At first, the alliance dismissed it as standard operational delays. But by the third day, unease turned to panic. Luther had disappeared like smoke.Richard’s phone rang nonstop—furious voices demanding answers. "Where is our money, Carter?" One of the billionaires snarled. "If this is some kind of double-cross—" "It’s not!" Richard snapped, though sweat beaded on his brow. "I'm unto him as we speak. I'll get to him soon. Give me time.""Do you have any idea how much money we all staked in this operation?" The billionaire yelled. "We can't afford to lose all those money for nothing. Do something or it's your head."Afte
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Sleeping Death
The wedding preparations were nearly complete. Barry had kept his promise to Veronica—he had become a man of substance, a man worthy of Veronica. In just a few months, he would be graduating from Silverleaf university at the top of his class, and their wedding was set to follow soon after. Veronica had prepared herself to be his wife. She was finally proud of the man Barry had grown up to be.Everything was perfect—until it wasn’t. One evening, Barry received a frantic call. Veronica had collapsed att a conference meeting, burning with fever. By the time he reached the hospital, she had already slipped into unconsciousness. The air in the hospital corridor was heavy with grief.Members of the Phoenix family stood in silence, their faces filled with sadness. The council elders, aunts, uncles, and cousins who had gathered to support their beloved Veronica. Barry stepped into the room, his chest tightening at the sight of her lying motionless on the hospital bed. She looked
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Golden Cat Of Fortune
A sudden rush of wind swirled around Barry as Sebastian placed a hand on his shoulder. The world around him blurred, shifting and warping like liquid glass. In the blink of an eye, the familiar walls of his mansion disappeared.Then Barry found himself standing on a bustling city sidewalk. Barry recognized the skyline of York City which stretched out before him against the evening sky. He couldn't believe it. Sebastian had teleported them both to York city in such a short time."Why are we in York City?" Barry asked, careful not to question Sebastian about his abilities. Sebastian adjusted his cufflinks, unfazed by the teleportation. "The Golden Cat of Fortune is always on the move, Master. It appears where it chooses, seeking those worthy of its favor." Barry scanned the crowded streets impatiently. "Then where is it?" Before Sebastian could answer, a raspy voice interrupted them. "Excuse me, young man… could you spare a dollar?" Barry turned to see an old homeless man
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Steve
Barry’s pulse raced. "Then… my wish—" The cat’s eyes gleamed. "Ah yes. The wish." It tilted its head playfully. "But first… tell me, Barry. What do you truly desire?" Barry didn’t hesitate. "Save Veronica. She's my fiancée. She has the Sleeping Death, and if I don't—" "Whoa hold your horses," the Golden Cat purred, cutting him off. "I already know what you want, boy. I’ve always been watching you." Its tail flicked. "You owe your good fortune to me, you know." Barry stiffened. "What do you mean?" The cat ignored his question as it stretched lazily. "I can lift the curse from Veronica and cure her. But first, you must do one good deed for me." Barry frowned. "I don’t understand. I thought helping that homeless man was the good deed." The Golden Cat burst into laughter, rolling onto its back and kicking its paws in the air like an amused kitten. "Oh, Barry! That wasn’t the deed! That was just a test to see if you were worthy of my attention!" It sat up, grinning. "I do
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Best friend betrayal
Charles freed himself from Steve's grip and punched him hard across his jaws. Steve lost his balance, falling on the wet ground. Charles spat at him. “For God's sake, you get out of prison and the first thing you do is try to pick a fight with me. Do you want to return to jail again?”Steve tastes blood in his mouth. He glared at Charles. “I-I don't understand, Charles. You were my best friend. You were supposed to look after my wife and my child while I serve my sentence.”Charles burst into laughter. “Look at this bloody fool. Wait, you haven't told him, yet have you, Laura?”“I was about to before you arrived,” Laura folded her arms. “He keeps going on and on about his son.”“Oh this is so good,” Charles laughed, turning to face the kid. “Junior, come here.”The boy came up to Charles, who lifted him up. Charles turned to Steve. “This is the baby your wife was pregnant with before you were locked up in jail six years ago. Isn't he adorable?”Steve staggered to his feet, wiping t
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Arrested
The docks of York City were shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic lapping of dark water against the pier.Thick fog curled around the steel shipping containers, swallowing the dim lights of distant harbor lights. Sir Henry Weston adjusted his cashmere coat against the biting cold, his breath misting in the air. Beside him, James and John shifted restlessly."Where the hell is the shipment?" James muttered, checking his watch. "It was supposed to be here by now." Sir Henry exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin. "Keep your voice down. These things needs patience." A low hum of an engine cut through the fog. The Westons turned as a black truck rolled silently toward them, its headlights off. The back doors swung open, revealing crates stamped with military insignias. John let out a low whistle. "Finally." James cracked his knuckles. "Let’s get this unloaded before—" "FREEZE! POLICE!"Blinding floodlights erupted around them, turning night into day.
The dangerous deal
The fire crackled in the grand study of the Weston estate, casting flickering shadows across the faces of the assembled family. Sir Henry stood before the hearth, his polished shoes sinking into the plush Persian rug as he swirled a glass of 30-year-old Macallan. The amber liquid caught the firelight, mirroring the greedy gleam in his eyes. "Well, my dears," Sir Henry began, his voice rich with self-satisfaction, "it seems fortune has smiled upon us at last." All eyes turned to him - Martha perched primly on the Chesterfield sofa, her diamond bracelet catching the light; Frank slouched in the wingback chair, already halfway through his third whiskey; Lucy and the twins James and John clustered together near the bay window. Laura sat stiffly beside Charles, her manicured fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest. "I've secured a deal," Sir Henry continued, pausing dramatically to sip his scotch, "that will solve all our recent... financial inconveniences." Frank snorted. "A
Sir Henry
Barry led Steve into the lavish penthouse overlooking York City’s skyline. Steve let out a low whistle as he took it all in. "Nice place." Barry smirked and tossed him a set of keys. "It’s yours now." Steve caught them mid-air, raising both eyebrows. "You’re serious?" "Dead serious," Barry said, taking a seat on the plush leather sofa. "I’ve already set up Sullivan Group’s second headquarters here in York City—and you’re running it." Steve exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "You don’t do things halfway, do you?" Barry leaned forward, his gaze intense. "No. And neither should you." He gestured to the city beyond the glass. "This is your chance, Steve. You can finally get back at everyone who betrayed you." He tilted his head. "So—who’s first on your lists?" A dark, vengeful smile curled on Steve’s lips. "The Westons." Barry’s eyes gleamed. "I'm listening." Steve’s voice was ice. "Charles—my best friend—stole my wife, framed me for fraud, and left me to r
Revenge
Steve nearly choked on his burger when Barry and Sebastian slid into the booth across from him. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, eyeing the two sharply dressed men with suspicion. "Who the hell are you?" Steve asked, his voice rough. Barry reached into his jacket and pulled out a business card, sliding it across the table. Steve picked it up, his brows furrowing as he read it.His eyes flicked back up to Barry, his eyes widening. "You're the Chairman of Sullivan Group?" Barry nodded. "I am." "I've heard all about your company," Steve let out a dry groan as he returned the card back. "What does the head of the biggest damn conglomerate in the world want with me?" Barry leaned back, his gaze steady. "I'm establishing a new branch of Sullivan Group here in York City. And given that you were once a billionaire who built your own empire from nothing, I want you to run it." Steve sighed, shaking his head. "You’ve got the wrong guy. I’m a jailbird, not a CEO. Look at me—I’m eati
The burger shop
Barry and Sebastian watched Steve leave the bank premises through a pair of binoculars from their car."We've found him," Sebastian said. "That is Steve. He's popular girl around these parts."Barry had been silent since he started watching Steve. He's done his research and was aware of all the people that betrayed him."This has gotten personal," Barry said. "I'm going to make sure everyone who had wronged Steve regrets their actions, starting with Charles. That snake is mine."Dipping his hand in his pocket, Barry called the private number of the Bank's manager. “Hello?” the bank manager answered the call. Steve switched into a deep raspy voice. “This is the Barry Reeds. Chairman of The Sullivan Group,” Barry answered. “A huge amount of money would be transferred to your account in a minute. I'm buying all your shares. From now on, I'm your boss.”The manager felt his heart skip a beat. “Are you for real, sir?” the bank manager asked, cautiously. "You can do your researches to
loafer polisher
A few days later, the Southern District of York city. Charles pulled up his black Audi R8 in front of York city's bank. As he stepped out of the car, he met a loafer polisher standing in front of the bank's gates. Charles was surprised when he saw who the loafer polisher was.“Well, well, well, is that who I think it is?” He laughed as he approached the polisher. “So the rumours are true. Steve, you're a loafer polisher now?”Steve wore a shabby trench coat and a dirty cap on his head. He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, so what?”Charles sneered at him. “I never imagined a day would come when you'll stoop to this level. I thought you ran away from York city these past few days.”“I have nowhere else to go to,” Steve replied him. “Since you took away my home, my wife, and my company, I had to do menial jobs to survive.”Charles' smile spread into a grin. “Well, what do you know? You're homeless and a loser. I'm going to enjoy this.”Charles sat down on the chair and stretched out his loa
The jailbird
Steve took the long walk to the Weston's estate. When he arrived, he demanded an audience with Sir Henry. Sir Henry was enjoying a steak dinner with his wife and family in the dining room when Steve was ushered in by the family's butler. “Sir, Henry, Steve is here,” the butler announced, then quietly left. “Well, well, well, if it isn't my son-in-law, back from prison,” Sir Henry raised a glass at Steve. “How long has it been? Six years?”Sir Henry, despite being in his mid-sixties was still strong and healthy. He made his fortune in the railway corporation and his real estate empire. But Sir Henry was a greedy fellow. He always wanted more. He was the type of man who is controlled by money. It was his unquenchable thirst for money that got him into trouble. The trouble that cost Steve his six years of freedom and the loss of his company. “Father-in-law, we need to talk,” Steve approached him. “Laura has finished me. The baby she was pregnant with before I went to jail was ac
Best friend betrayal
Charles freed himself from Steve's grip and punched him hard across his jaws. Steve lost his balance, falling on the wet ground. Charles spat at him. “For God's sake, you get out of prison and the first thing you do is try to pick a fight with me. Do you want to return to jail again?”Steve tastes blood in his mouth. He glared at Charles. “I-I don't understand, Charles. You were my best friend. You were supposed to look after my wife and my child while I serve my sentence.”Charles burst into laughter. “Look at this bloody fool. Wait, you haven't told him, yet have you, Laura?”“I was about to before you arrived,” Laura folded her arms. “He keeps going on and on about his son.”“Oh this is so good,” Charles laughed, turning to face the kid. “Junior, come here.”The boy came up to Charles, who lifted him up. Charles turned to Steve. “This is the baby your wife was pregnant with before you were locked up in jail six years ago. Isn't he adorable?”Steve staggered to his feet, wiping t
Steve
Barry’s pulse raced. "Then… my wish—" The cat’s eyes gleamed. "Ah yes. The wish." It tilted its head playfully. "But first… tell me, Barry. What do you truly desire?" Barry didn’t hesitate. "Save Veronica. She's my fiancée. She has the Sleeping Death, and if I don't—" "Whoa hold your horses," the Golden Cat purred, cutting him off. "I already know what you want, boy. I’ve always been watching you." Its tail flicked. "You owe your good fortune to me, you know." Barry stiffened. "What do you mean?" The cat ignored his question as it stretched lazily. "I can lift the curse from Veronica and cure her. But first, you must do one good deed for me." Barry frowned. "I don’t understand. I thought helping that homeless man was the good deed." The Golden Cat burst into laughter, rolling onto its back and kicking its paws in the air like an amused kitten. "Oh, Barry! That wasn’t the deed! That was just a test to see if you were worthy of my attention!" It sat up, grinning. "I do
