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..

going south, they

with a price tag that no one seemed to agree on and a lack

a decade of experience in the courier

the chops to turn the

the cab pulled up to the main entrance

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there, who are you here to see?” Anthea was stopped by a receptionist as

Ms. Yeager, here to see your CEO, Bart.”

This way, please.”

receptionist’s lead. Soon,

knocked, “Boss, Ms. Yeager is

“Come in, please.”

pushed the door

had cost him sleepless nights and turned his hair prematurely white. The express company had only been up and running for a year. While it had initially shown great promise, an overseas investment crisis had thrown a wrench in the

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

his visitor was a girl barely in her late

smile, “No, I am

Was she Anthea?

pulling my leg! Or wait, are you Ms. Yeager’s daughter? Where’s your mother?” His company might be on the decline, but the asking price for a sale was

on Bart’s desk, “This is the amount wel agreed upon

blinked in surprise once more.

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