My Cousin Transferred Only Ten Dollars To Me

My cousin, John Anderson, always paid me in tens rather than in thousands.

He owned a renovation company, and my team and I always worked hard for his projects.

However, he only transferred me thirty dollars for sand and concrete that were worth three thousand dollars. Besides that, he only transferred me one thousand five hundred dollars to finance customized doors and windows worth one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

I did not harp on that. Instead, I bore the cost in full, as he was my cousin.

That was until his wife, Rory Anderson, scolded me in front of all the workers.

“Peter’s a bloodsucker. He never informs us whenever he buys new materials. He must have scammed a lot of money from us! I saw that he got himself a new house and a new car. I bet these are all bought with money he took from us!”

John smoked next to us and sighed, “Never mind. He’s family after all.”

I was furious when I heard that. I paid more than six hundred thousand dollars’ worth of material fees for him, and he was accusing me of stealing his money?

The next client had a mansion and wanted natural marbles worth hundreds of thousands of dollars for his living room floor. John approved the request but only transferred me a thousand dollars to get it sorted out. So, I went to the brick factory located in the countryside and got a truckload of used red bricks from pigpens.

Then, I used them for the client’s flooring.

Walter Black opened the heavy doors of his mansion.

His excitement fell as he suddenly stopped in his tracks. The spacious living room’s floor that was supposed to be natural marble had dirt and pig excretion smells from the used bricks.

Walter’s expression immediately darkened.

He threw the renovation plan abruptly onto the floor. “John! Is this the natural marble that cost me one hundred thousand dollars that you promised me?”

Walter pointed at the bricks on the floor as his voice echoed in the empty living room.

John Anderson trembled from fear.

He immediately ran forward. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the entire floor covered in bricks.

He turned around abruptly and stared furiously at me.

“Peter! What did you do?! I told you to purchase imported marble, and you got me a truckload of bricks that were used for pigpens?”

John strode toward me, and the finger that was pointing at me almost poked my nose. Rory Anderson followed behind John. When she heard that, she immediately took a step forward with her arms crossed.

“Peter! I knew you were being shady!

“Mr. Black paid us a hundred thousand dollars of material fees, and you simply got a truckload of lousy bricks for it?

“Did you take the remaining money for yourself?”

Rory’s voice was piercing, and it echoed in the entire first floor of the mansion.

The workers that were working on the second floor heard the commotion. All of them stopped working to poke their heads out and observe while murmuring.

“Mr. Smith usually seems pretty honest. Why would he do such a thing?”

“A hundred thousand dollars! And he’s using used bricks. This is too unethical.”

“Mrs. Anderson’s right. He bought a house and a car not too long ago. I bet he’s taking money from the company!”

Rory seemed even more smug after hearing the workers’ gossip.

She pointed at me as she spat, “Everyone, listen to him! I believe you can tell the truth! Peter’s a bloodsucker and a traitor! John has promoted you to be a project manager because you’re family. Is this how you’re repaying our kindness?”

I stared at Rory coldly as she made a scene.

Then, I turned around to look at John.

John took out a cigarette as he stood on the side.

He took a drag and blew out smoke. Then, he put on a hurt expression.

“Peter, you’ve really let me down.

“Rory has been calling you out for a while, but I couldn’t believe it. I would have never imagined that you’d do this to Mr. Black. Never mind, you’re family. I’ll help you pay the remaining fee.”

John turned to look at Walter with a huge smile on his face.