It's Payback Time Novels & Stories

I had to go back home with something. "Please sir. My father is sorry. He didn't mean to upset you. I promise we'll pay up every single dime he owes you sir." "What do you want from me?" I swallowed hard and spoke up. "Time sir." "Time for what exactly?" He asked. "Time to pay up sir. Two months is too small for me to pay back the money. I really need more time. Please....." "And how on earth do you plan on paying back?" He started moving. I heard the subtle sound from his shoes. Calculated, calm and stylish, the sound of the soles of his shoe told me exactly how he was moving.

"But I have already explained this situation to your boss and he agreed to give me some more time to pay the previous money. I know I know I'm a bit late with the payment but please try to understand my situation and I promise it will be ready by the end of this month.” Maya replied, this was not what she had discussed with Byron's Boss, who is the person she had borrowed the money from.

this and his body Making the members present gasp and step back. - You have a lot of nerve, to dare to come back after everything you have done in my kingdom, you dare to deceive the vigilance of my secretary and dare to enter my office, in a family meeting, in addition to acting arrogant, I'll give you three minutes to get out of here if beyond three minutes you're still here, I assure you that you'll never see the sun again said Caleb, angrily emphasizing each of his words

“He only paid me half the compensation. When I asked him for the other half of the compensation, he kept telling me that he didn’t have enough money to pay me for the time being. He delayed the payment a long time and suddenly called to say he’d like to pay me back.” “Isn’t that a good thing?” Sonnet asked with a smile on her face. “Why don’t you seem too happy about it?” “That’s not it. I just find it rather odd. Previously, he dragged it out for such a long time. I assumed that I wouldn’t be able to get back my money. Why would he call me and tell me he’d like to pay me back?” “It’s a good thing that he called you. Why are you overthinking?” Sonnet asked. “Where did he ask you to meet him?

By then, I would have figured out the Third in Command's payment. (It's all right. I will get back to you within ten minutes.) (Okay.)

Values and morals did not matter anymore. A smirk appeared on Russell's lips. "What a brave daddy's girl. I'm intrigued. But you see, sweetheart... I'm an impatient man." He moved away from her and turned his back on her. He walked to the right side of the room, where one of his men was standing. The man moved away, giving Russel the space to look at the picture frame that hung on the wall. It was Sasha's picture. It was taken at a time when she was much more carefree. The glint of ecstasy in her eyes and the smile lit up her olive toned face. "I gave your dearest daddy five months. He could not pay me back. So now, I want the payment. And I think…" his voice trailed away as he turned around

The atmosphere was bright and that uplifted Clara's heart. Clara arrived at the shop and went about her business. She returned to tending to the fresh batch of flowers. Then, she put out orders that have been placed by her clients for their different occasions. Being surrounded by flowers was her happy place, she felt secure there. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was her mum. They hadn’t really spoken since that night. “Hey, mum.” “Sweetheart.” They both paused for a while before her mum spoke again. “You have an appointment with Sarah by eleven. I directed her to the shop if that’s fine by you.”

The only times I've asked my friends to lend me money was maybe after I've gotten a new job and having the thought in mind that the moment I'm getting paid, I'm returning the money back to them no matter how tight it would result in me being for weeks later on. At least now, I'm going to be getting paid a real salary by the end of this month, once I get paid I'm returning the money back to them immediately. Now, the only thing I have to do here is to pray I don't get fired by Mr Richardson before the end of the month.

The sun is setting and it basking the city in its glorious golden glow. A quick glance at the time updated me on how late it is. After a series of meetings today I spent the rest of the day behind a mountain of files. "Ggggrrhh" The deskphone let out a shrill cry, jolting me back to reality. "Yeah?" I called into the phone bored. "Sir?" "what do you have to say?" I asked impatiently but a bad intuition creeps up on my mind. The person on the other end is the special bodyguard I assign to watch over Grace.

"You said you're moving right, that's not a problem. Ah-ah, let me finish what I'm saying. I know that right now, you're indefinitely upset and angry and you feel like they're making a huge mistake taking us away from each other but it might not be so. I know I know I'm going to miss you a whole lot but it's a good thing. See, you'll make new friends when you go to your new school and everyone is going to love you because you are tea. You're a very amazing girl and everyone is going to love you, everyone is going to want to be your friend but we will still be bestest friends. You're going to have your parents with you and I know you hate them right now but you'll find yourself loving them al