Benson Get Back To Work の小説・ストーリー

“If the love between Evans, and I was not strong and deeply rooted, our marriage would not have been feasible because of the way my father treated him. Even if it was, it would have collapsed before it started.” “Good day, mom.” Benson's greetings interrupted her thought, and she jolted. “Good day, Benson. Welcome back,” she said in response to his greetings. “Thank you, mom.” “How is work?” “Work is fine. You looked tired. What is happening?” Now, Sarah smiled and attempted to conceal her worries by asking, “I'm fine. What of your uncle. Didn't you come back together?” “No, mom. I came back on the staff bus. I guess he was still busy in the office.”

"And if I don't?" "If you fire her, I stay in this hospital bed," Benson threatened flatly. "I sit out the finals. The team loses. Your choice." Harrison's jaw tightened. He was completely cornered by his star player. "Fine. What's the catch?" "The condition is simple," Benson rumbled, his voice dropping an octave, dripping with a terrifying, possessive heat. "Since it was her 'mistake,' she needs to make it right. Send Samson to the hospital. Right now. She is going to be my personal caretaker in this room until I am discharged. Every meal, every medicine, every single need I have she will handles it."

Mrs Benson wanted to speak again but he cut her off by shushing her. Then he faced my mom and said; "Go ahead!" "Mr and Mr Benson, you once worked at Hittz company didn't you?" My mom asked them. "That's right. We literally started from there. " Mr Benson responded. "We are now at somewhere different and better. Just incase you are here to make enquires about that company, just go right there Mrs Davies" Mrs Benson said and she smiled. "No. You must have met my husband then" My Mom further more spoke.

The ink was gone. Benson was standing in an office. It looked like an engineers office. A photo of Maya was on the desk. Benson looked up at the camera. He was not a soldier anymore. His bright blue eyes had turned back to a brown. He looked happy and normal. "Maya?" he asked. "Are you coming home for dinner? I fixed the car. It runs now." Maya looked at the Writer. The Writer was smiling. Her eyes had tears. "Where is he?" Maya asked.

Elma's POV It was 10:00am, Sunday morning. I didn't go to work today cause Mr Benson kept the day sacred. He said he spends the day cleaning up his house, resting and visit his wife in the cemetery. I offered to help out in the cleaning but he insisted I stay at home and rest. I have been working there for three days now and it has been nothing but fun. Mr Benson was very happy since the passed three days. He still calls me his lucky charm. According to him, he hasn't made so much like he did since I started working for him. I was very glad that I brought happiness to his heart, he is such a kind man.

"I would love you to put him through everything he needs to know about the company. From today, I won’t be coming to work every day as usual, and I hope you all will work peacefully together for the betterment of the company. Am I understood?" "Yes, Sir!" they all echoed in unison. Roberto was just quiet, observing the whole scenario and everyone. "Now, you all can return to your various duty posts." They all stood up, waiting for Mr. Benson to leave before they departed the conference room, leaving Roberto and Roland behind. "Hey man, we could work together, right? You know, my dad already told me a lot about you, and I want to say thank you for having this company at heart." They shook han

Reluctantly, he agreed and waited, fidgeting impatiently. Soon, Maxwell emerged, expression unreadable. As he approached, he asked coldly, “What do you want?” Henson lowered his gaze, avoiding eye contact, and hesitated before asking, “Can I go back to work at the company?” Maxwell’s eyes narrowed. “No, you can’t. In the future, only your children will be allowed to work there. As for you, if you're bored, use the money the company pays you each month to start something of your own.”

I called Ben. “Have you heard anything from Jerrod?” I asked after we’d checked in with each other about how we were doing. Ben was always available now that he was back from New York. He hadn’t started a job again with the fire station. I had found that strange at first if he was back to build a life here. Because that was what I thought he was doing. But Ben had more than enough money to do nothing all day, so there wasn’t a reason for him to start working immediately. I liked that I could phone him whenever I wanted, and he would be there for me.

“It’s over.” There was a pause. Then Benson laughed. Actually laughed. A low, amused, indulgent sound-like I'd just recited a joke at his dinner table. “Aaron. My boy. It’s not over. It’s barely begun.” My heart clenched painfully. “I’m not marrying Pearl. I’m not merging the companies. I’m not doing this anymore.” “You will,” Benson said simply. “I’ll give you a few days to cry over your little heartbreak. Then you’ll come to your senses.”

The way his face falls is almost comical. "Now I’d appreciate it if you drop it," I say, sitting up straighter and pulling the discussion back on track. "Let’s focus on work. Like I said, leave Chanax out of the buyout companies." But then, an idea sparks in my head—one I know Arella would appreciate. My lips twitch upward in a subtle grin. "Your side firm is still in operation, yeah?" I ask, tilting my head toward Benson. He nods, distracted now as he flips through the file in his hand.