The Shadow Tycoon
Copyright© 2026 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 64: The Name Not Spoken
William’s approach was a peculiar one.
Until Jorgreman had a clear target in mind, someone he could identify with certainty, he would never speak of the matter to anyone.
Speaking carelessly would only allow people who should never know about it to learn of something that could easily be described as a scandal, perhaps even a corruption case.
The first rule was silence.
He would keep silent himself and watch the people around him. Even after he eventually settled on a likely answer, he might not dare confront it directly.
But in his heart, he would arrive at a conclusion he considered absolutely certain.
And he would believe it was the correct one.
Over the past few weeks, there had only been one person connected to him who might reasonably provide thirty thousand dollars as a “reward.”
William.
There was no doubt about it.
The check had come from William.
And because he could not openly acknowledge it, he could not return it either.
The money would simply sink into his pocket and become a fact of its own.
As a Credit Department Manager, Jorgreman had countless ways of handling such a sum.
Whether depositing it into an overseas account or channeling it back into his personal accounts through investments, funds, or other legal financial vehicles, none of it posed any difficulty.
He flicked the check lightly and placed it inside a drawer.
At the same time, he understood something.
This would not be the first time.
Nor would it be the last.
For reasons he could not quite explain, he found himself looking forward to future cooperation with William.
The young man was interesting.
And this sort of thing depended above all else on one principle:
Mutual silence.
Several days passed quickly.
Early one morning, William drove a borrowed car into the bank’s private parking lot.
The money would be loaded there.
By the time he parked, the three account managers assigned to him had already been waiting for quite some time.
Excitement was written all over their faces.
One million six hundred thousand dollars in cash.
One hundred and sixty bundles of hundred-dollar bills.
When stacked together, the sight was genuinely astonishing.
Most people, no, almost everyone, would go through their entire lives without ever seeing that much cash piled together in one place.
They could only imagine it.
They could only say something like, “That must have been incredible.”
But imagination and reality were two very different things.
The shock.
The stimulation.
The overwhelming sense of scale.
All of it far exceeded what most people expected.
Even the three account managers, professionals accustomed to watching money flow through the banking system every day, had briefly lost their composure when they first saw it.
Now they were eager to see William’s reaction.
People often found comfort in watching someone else embarrass themselves.
If William reacted badly, it would ease the lingering dissatisfaction they felt over their own earlier displays of excitement.
Unfortunately for them, disappointment was inevitable.
The man standing before them had seen far larger sums.
Sixteen million dollars.
One hundred and sixty million dollars.
Even more than that.
Compared to those figures, this was little more than pocket change.
“You don’t find it impressive?” one account manager finally asked.
He seemed genuinely unable to contain himself.
“I mean, this is one million six hundred thousand dollars. One point six million dollars!”
William glanced at the man and nodded calmly.
Then he walked over to the stacks of cash resting on the platform and casually picked up a bundle.
Unlike the rolls favored by street dealers, these bills were neatly wrapped in official bank bands.
He flipped through them.
The notes rustled softly.
Streams of air escaped between the pages, carrying the rich scent of fresh ink.
Ten thousand dollars.
One bundle.
Just like that.
William smiled faintly and tossed it back onto the pile.
“One point six million dollars. Sixteen thousand bills. Altogether, maybe twenty pounds.”
He turned and looked at the account manager.
His expression seemed to ask:
What else would you like me to say?
Faced with such indifference, the account manager could only force a laugh.
A moment later, he felt vaguely embarrassed.
After hearing William put it that way, one million six hundred thousand dollars suddenly seemed much less extraordinary.
The excitement faded from the faces of everyone nearby.
The bank staff.
The police officers.
Even they seemed to lose interest.
A strange sense of discomfort settled over them.
Women might never experience that particular feeling.
A pity.
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