Barry B Benson Novels & Stories

I said. The young man. It was a beautiful smile. It was like the smile my mother had before she crashed the ferry on the island. "That's me " he said. "Though now I am known as Director Benson. I took over the group that watches over the money in Manhattan three hours ago. This happened when Victoria Kings system finally stopped working."

I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the reason our project plan got shot down. “Excuse me, Miss, but we’re here to discuss the project plan,” Miss Alison finally chimed in. “Could you tell me where Mr. Benson is?” Just then, an older bald man walked in. He was also dressed in a white polo and white shorts, just like a golfer. So, they must have just come from the golf course. I couldn’t help but wonder if Mr. Benson had actually taken the time to review the project plan or if he just went along with Kendra’s opinion and decided to reject it because she said so.

In Benson Group headquarters, Mr. Taiye Jackson sat in the front seat of the meeting hall, where they were having a meeting with their various board members. He spoke softly into his personal assistant’s ear, like a whisper: “Introduce the new head to them now.” They sat in the meeting hall waiting to meet the newly appointed CEO, whose name had been announced but whom none of the workers had seen yet. Mr. Taiye Jackson was the former CEO, while his late father, Mr. Benjamin Jackson, was the first to establish the Benson Group of Companies, which means Benjamin and Sons Group of Companies.

mr benson said staring amusedely at him, it was obvious his raging anger has thoroughly lessened. "will arya stand with me?" ronald asked. "she can choose to stand or continue kneeling, it's none of my business, matter of fact, i'm not even seeing her right now," mrs benson spat angrily, she was obviously still pissed for being tricked so easily. "mom..."

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

"Benson indeed experienced health issues a long time ago. He was occupied by the workload since you didn't manage to get this position. He had been taking care of things for you." Get to the point! Carlson was impatient. "I came here for Nathaniel and Mango, but how did this happen?" It seemed to be all his fault! "Kingston was rendered speechless by Carlson's retort, but he still whispered, ""Benson has lung cancer. He doesn't have much time left.""" Carlson was in shock and disbelief. What did you say? "Although he was not very close to Benson all these years, he did not expect this to happen so suddenly. "

“I don't at all understand Mr. Klein’s behavior tonight.” “I need to know more about his past social behaviors and reputation,” I said. I was lucky Benson was utterly devoted to me. He had been my butler/valet for thirty-five years. And we were also friends. He never failed me and wouldn’t now. “I’ll begin gathering the information immediately,” Benson said. “But I must ask you something, and please don’t be offended, Mr. Wilson.” “You can ask me anything,” I grumbled. “But you know you needn’t call me Mr. Wilson or Sir when we are alone.”

And then—Benson. He was leaning casually against a pillar, whiskey glass in hand, his face sharpened into a smirk the moment he spotted us. "Well, well," Benson drawled, his voice oozing sugar-coated venom. "If it isn't the man of the hour. Aaron Warner. You clean up nicely. Almost didn't recognize you without your usual… corporate armor." Aaron's jaw tightened, but his smile didn't falter. "Benson." "And you are." Benson's gaze swung to me, lingering too long. "Ah, the husband. You're adorable."

But Benson talked his way out of that one as he hadn’t been gone for more than 24 hours. At that point, Principal Barbour bought us some lunch. The way Benson ate, I think he hadn’t eaten in a while. I gave him half of my sandwich, guessing he would benefit from it more than me. “Miss. Kingsley, can I ask the name of your aunt’s trainer? She is in excellent physical shape and I could do with a bit of help to lose a few pounds.” Principal Barbour says while patting his bloated stomach.

I asked, wondering and guessing inwardly. Mom’s smile became so contagious that I couldn’t help smiling back at her, “Hmmm,” she hummed, “You won’t believe Sam came with Rod Benson. Rod Benson is the only son and heir to James Benson, the CEO of Benson Dairy, the richest dairy company in New York.” The smile on my face glowered to sadness as I argued within me if mom was about to mention what was on my mind. I shrugged to continue the discussion. “Well, it is indeed a privilege to have such a personality around. I guess he gave you some gifts. That is why you are excited. Benson Dairy is a prestigious company. Sam did well by bringing along the heir.”