The Fraudster from London {4}
At the end of the month, remorses and fear had gnawed him to bone marrow. He didn’t go out, didn’t eat, didn’t shave either. He didn’t even answer the door or…
The Fraudster from London {3}
Vincent was now 41 years old, He had been promoted many times and and become the real leader, the loved one, the semi-god of the bank, he was now the banker…
The Fraudster from London {2}
Having finished his supper, Vincent Blavet was inspecting this little piece of paper, this insignificant cluster of fibers that people wanted to pass for…
The Fraudster from London
It was a Tuesday, this London bank, one of the biggest, was full of clients coming to deposit their payroll. A compact crowd occupied the place. Vincent, a new…