Business Casual Bk Borison Novels & Stories

"Oh, that’s all on Lucian." Boris’s confidence was a quiet kind, not the loud, oppressive presence Lucian carried, but the sort that settled easily in a room. He wore a dark olive shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar undone, a subtle contrast to the starched formality she’d seen in the other men under Lucian’s command. A glint of metal peeked from beneath his collarbone—a pendant of some kind. "So, are you here on... business?" she asked, trying to ignore how oddly comfortable this conversation felt.

His eyes sparkled with admiration, though he concealed it behind a stoic expression. With brows furrowed, he thought, 'Poor Trixson, she is so tired from taking poses the whole day and she still manages to be nice to me. I love her so much, if only she allowed me to hug her and take care of her.' "Do you want a massage?" Boris asked shyly, his deep voice carrying a hint of nervousness. It was strange for others to see such a built man act shyly in front of a woman. Those who had met him only that day could already see his undying love for Trixson. Too bad she was too blind to see it.

Boris said, and Nirvana gave him thumbs up. “He is probably going to reserve a restaurant and such but I just want us to be ourselves. Casual, relaxed. I wear enough fancy dresses to parties so it would feel like I am going to one if I doll myself in one, and I am sure that he usually showed up on his dates in a suit anyway.” “So this is you trying to give him a different date memory, for him to remember that the first date he went with you, it was casual and free.” Boris said and Nirvana almost glared at him.

Tears trickled down my face, and all I could think of was that I was kinda sort of in love with Jonathan Baker, Esquire. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Mr. Burgess is here. Are you ready?” Cara asked. Jonathan glanced at me, and I nodded. “Yes, send him in.” **Jonathan** “Afternoon. Let’s make this quick. I have a tee time with the mayor in an hour,” Walter Burgess announced as he entered my office. If I wasn’t sure the man was a pompous ass before, then my mind was made up then. He wore his country club finest to our meeting—gaudy blue plaid pants and a light blue polo shirt. I was shocked he wasn’t wearing gloves. Clearly, he wasn’t taking us seriously, but we’d have the last laugh.

She turned to him and nodded slowly. "Thank you, sir." "Please, call me Byron." "Only if you call me Beth," she returned with an easy smile. He smiled back and nodded once. "Deal. So, Beth, what do you do?" "I currently work at Landors lighting company as an assistant manager." "Mm," he hummed, nodding his head in recognition. "I worked with Caldwell Landor once. Terrific young man. Great company, too." Beth nodded in agreement. "That is true. Thank you."

She looked sophisticated. “Baby, meet my secretary, Caridad. Caridad, meet my lovely wife, Daphne.” “I’m happy to meet you, Ma’am Daphne,” Caridad said with a smile. “H-hi. Nice to meet you too, Caridad,” Daphne replied a bit awkwardly. “Okay, thank you for welcoming my wife, folks! I think it’s time to get back to work!” BK said to his employees. “Ahm, Caridad, please bring all the documents I need for today.”

[2. Puffy eyes] Kobsook Duangporn, CEO of Duangporn enterprises, parked his black Mercedes in the big porch of his mansion beside his son’s black Rolls-Royce and walked in through the front door. He was in his business suit that was still crisp and unwrinkled like in the morning and had a small black suitcase in his hands. His face looked pleasant as always and had a cheerful expression which he managed to wear, despite the numerous business affairs and the stress they impacted upon him.

I held back my tears as Kayla pulled me into her embrace. "You're fine." she muttered, rubbing my back soothingly. After the crying session, I made my decision and my dress was packed. In the waiting room, Byron was sitting, waiting patiently. His elbow was propped up on the chair supporting his chin. He was in a blue suit that was tailored just right. His hair was gelled back with a few strands dropping on his forehead, his hazel eyes was lowered as he looked at his phone. Just him seating casually made such a beautiful scene to behold.

"Your fiancé could fill in for one of the guys." "I thought I was just here for moral support," Byron said. "Actually…" Emily glanced at him, rubbing her chin, "Your measurements are pretty similar to Terence's. I wonder if we can get you into his outfits." "Okay, I guess I'm being recruited." Byron shrugged happily. He was wearing a fashionable black suit and a crisp white shirt, but he was about to put on something a little different… A few minutes later, he had changed into a denim jacket and jeans. A dusty yellow plaid shirt and cowboy boots completed the outfit, giving him a wild yet resilient appearance.

He gave her a kiss and she sauntered out of the office while Bruno immediately dropped a document on the table. “A new competitor is coming to town boss” “What do you mean?” Nathan was not sure what he was trying to say. “Boss” Beverly rushed into the office with an expressionless look on her face, “I think we might have a problem” After that, she picked up the remote and switched on the television, there someone was having an interview on live television. “Who is that?” The big boss inquired. “I did a little research on him” Bruno began to speak up, “he is Xavier Weber, a former channel model in Luxembourg and now he is bringing the B-clothing brand into America”