From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 141

Give me a second to check that for you,” the teller said as she peered at the balance on her screen. With a pleasant tone, she added, “Excluding the funds on hold from checks, your current checking account balance stands at $12.68 million.”

“Just sklim off the change and put it into that investment opportunity you mentioned,” Anthea said with an airy lilt in her voice.

Change? How much change could there be?

The teller glanced at the balance again. The change was a cool $680,000.

“Would you like to invest this $680,000?” the teller inquired, barely concealing her astonishment.

Anthea arched an eyebrow slightly, “Didn’t you say my account holds $12.68 million? Use the $2.68 million to invest.”

To Anthea, it seemed as if $2 million was no different from spare pocket change.

Holy cow!

To the wealthy, $2 million was indeed just a rounding error.

“Absolutely! I’ll get that sorted for you right away!” The teller was inwardly doing cartwheels of joy.

After months on the job, she had finally hit the jackpot with this young heiress! A $2 million investment would net her a commission of at least $20,000!

Stepping out of the bank, Anthea hailed a cab and headed towards QuickSend Parcels where Nanson was currently employed

Acquiring this company wasn’t a spur–of–the–moment decision for Anthea..

The company was a rising star in recent years, but due to the founder’s overseas investments going south, they were

tag that no one seemed to agree on and a lack of industry expertise in potential buyers, the sale had been dragging on.

in the courier world,

had the

later, the cab pulled up to the

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to see?” Anthea was stopped by a receptionist as soon as

replied, “I’m Ms. Yeager, here to see your CEO, Bart.”

This way, please.”

Soon, they reached the CEO’s

knocked, “Boss, Ms.

“Come in, please.”

the door open and

so worried about the company lately that it had cost him sleepless nights and turned his hair prematurely white. The express company had only been up and running for a year.

by major courier firms, the business had been bleak, leaving them with no choice but to cut their losses

see that his visitor was a girl barely in her late teens. He said,

“No, I am Anthea Yeager.”

Was she Anthea?

His company might be on the decline, but the asking price for a

check from her purse and laid it on Bart’s desk, “This is the amount wel

in surprise once more.

you’re worried about the check bouncing, you’re welcome to call the