Novel & Cerita My Personal Account Was Disabled

pigil niya sa kaibigan. Napayuko ako lalo dahil sa hiya. Masyado ba akong snob? Ayaw ko lang kasi ng kaibigan! Groupchat lang namin sa Messenger ang bumubuhay sa private account ko. Hindi ko pa rin binubuksan ang dating account ko sa social media. Pero ngayon, gamit ko ang buong pangalan ko. Reina Andrada Vincenzo. Wala iyong profile pricture, walang post at wala akong ina-accept na kahit sino.

Caztigo. Napa tayo ito at agad sinugod ang mesa ng secretary nitong lalaki. “Impossible wala akong kinukuha na ganung amount! Ang asawa ko baka sila ang gumawa?” Tanong nito at nakita nitong 0.00 ang balance nito. “Kahit po ang 25 million po ninyong personal account ay hindi ko po maacces!” Wika ng secretary nito.

I sank into the chair opposite her, a stern woman with glasses perched low, her fingers tapping a keyboard with mechanical precision. “What’s wrong with my account?” I asked, my voice raw, my hands gripping the armrests until my knuckles whitened. “I haven’t been able to access it for a week. And I’m in desperate need of cash—now.” She frowned, her eyes flicking to the screen, then back to me, pity softening her sternness. “I’m sorry, Mr. Caldwell, but you’re no longer authorized on this account. The ownership of this account was transferred last week, you authorized it.”

“This one is also declined, Ma’am. The system is showing a ‘Total Asset Freeze.’” My blood went cold. I didn’t wait for her to offer a third attempt. I grabbed my bag and walked out, my heart hammering against my ribs. I pulled out my phone, my fingers fumbling as I opened my banking app. Balance: $0.00 (Account Restricted) “No,” I whispered, leaning against the cold stone of a pillar. “No, no, no.” I hit Marcus’s speed dial before I even reached the car. “Marcus, tell me I’m glitching. My accounts are dead. All of them.”

Or rather, who. "Ma'am? Are you finished?" The woman behind me shifted impatiently, clutching her wallet. I yanked my card from the slot. "Machine's broken." Outside the bank, I pulled out my phone and logged into my banking app. The password I'd changed just last week still worked, but when the app loaded, a red notification banner stretched across the top of the screen. ACCOUNTS FROZEN - LEGAL HOLD.

“Did you find anything?” “Yes, and who the hell is this person? His inbox is full of some strange stuff. That’s why I couldn’t stop myself and called you.” Then she whispers. “Is he some drug lord or what?“ “Wh- what? You hacked the account? But I thought it was disabled.” Her words felt like an overload of information. “Yes I got in. It has been disabled and enabled a few times. Right now it’s enabled.” My heart was beating fast. That was the first time I heard anything about him after two years.

“Me either…” The other journalists tried to search for Peach Media’s page but could not find anything. Peach Media was purged from the social media platform without leaving any breadcrumbs behind. “No! Impossible! Impossible!” The man’s body shook as he called the account manager in Mega Dance, asking for help. “Hey, I can’t find my account. What is going on?” The man from the other side of the phone said, “I was about to call you. Your page Peach Media, has been permanently banned from the platform. Mr. Anderson called for the ban himself.”

“As you all know, I'm Almyra Stones and she's Rachel Marshall.” “I would be talking about the Infrastructure upgrades which have to do with enhancing server and database capabilities,” I took a little from the table water. “The second is loyalty and rewards programme, it has to do with giving our top hundred users an award for the contents they post and how helpful it can be,” I motioned my hands towards the huge screen behind us and the features were displayed. “Some accounts were disabled for thirty days after some reports and thorough reviews but trust me your account is end-to-end encrypted,” I spoke in an assuring tone.

The yellow-skinned woman also checked her customer’s account once again, and the result was the same. “Sorry sir, your account has been freezing9 at the request of Mr. Roberto Blanc as the person in charge of the company’s account,” the woman said once again. “Huh, damn it!” he collapsed, clenching his fists tightly. “Is there anything else we can help you with, sir?” the officer asked kindly. “Open my account!” he orders in harsh. “Sorry sir, we couldn’t have done it without instructions from Mr Roberto Blanc,” she said.