Carter Madison Grant Novels & Stories

“I feared the mountain storms had delayed your path.” Grant Lawson walked toward her, his eyes shining with genuine warmth. “Are you joking? As long as the Moon-Wolf is in my hall, I wouldn't miss the dawn for anything.” Grant was the Master of this Great Exhibition. He had left the service of the Montgomery High Court two years prior. Without the burden of inheriting his father's territory, Grant had pursued the path of a Relic-Seeker and established this sanctuary in Ferelden.

Maddison's POV He rose up lazily from the head of the table, his height and broad body towering over the space. He never looked at Marcus once. He simply looked at Maddison with her hand still gripping the stand, a cautious figure in the storm she made. “It seems clear to me," Grant declared, his voice ringing out across the room, "that Ms. Carter has not only a greater design, but a greater understanding of the facts. Beyond that, she has shown something rather less usual. Honesty. And vision." He gazed at the board. "I mean, she was aware of this attack. She came ready not just to stand up for what she had said, but to show a danger from within our own company.”

“That is one thing I have always loved about you, Colt. You are an honest man.” Colt’s chest tightened. “But I am disappointed,” Grant continued. “This scandal puts us all in a difficult position. Madison has her faults. She can be dramatic and overbearing. But she is a good girl, and I believe she loves you in her own way.” Colt said nothing. “My hands are tied,” Grant said quietly. “That clause exists for a reason.” “I understand, sir,” Colt replied. “I know you don’t go back on your word.” Suddenly, the office door flew open with a loud bang.

Before he could finish his sentence, Master Rockwell interrupted him, "No matter, we have to attend to them immediately. We mustn’t offend them.” The Carters were the reigning monarch in Westchester for more than a century. Their wealth was several multitudes above the Rockwells whose history barely spanned half a century. Moreover, Madam Carter was an internationally renowned painter who wield just as much influence in the family. Even their eldest son, the prodigy Liam Carter, who was the founder of Carter Tech City, one of the wonders of the world, was here. It was a great honor for the Rockwells to be able to receive the Carters!

Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans. Wait … Why. What is this? I’m confused. I know this, but I don’t want to believe it. Why did someone deposit a big money? And it cost 500 million United States Dollars?! //WyByCa

However, the old Carter was badly injured and passed away soon after. Ted asked the old Carter if he had any wishes. The old Carter said he had a lovely granddaughter, and he hoped she could marry one of Ted’s sons. Ted didn’t want to say yes, but Madeline was only four years old at that time, and she was very lovely and sensible, and Madeline’s mother was a gentle, polite lady, so Ted agreed.

On Wednesday my personal email pinged around dinnertime. It flashed up as Carter & sons. I was confused. I walked out of the office into the side office to read the email. Dear Leah Garrison, Thank you for your application for the Legal Secretary role at Carter & Sons. We would like to invite you to an interview with Mr. Jack Carter, Senior partner. The interview will be an hour in length. Please contact the office to arrange a suitable time. Sincerely Carter & Sons HR

"Should we let him know you're on your way?" "Yes, please," I reply exhaling slowly as I think about everything I need to do today. Since Hunter left, Mr. Carter has taken over the day-to-day running of Grant Group, which has left me plenty of time to go back to practicing law. Apparently, Carter is a bit of a financial genius and has been serving as Grant Group's CFO since Hunter took it over again after the death of his family. This whole time I thought Reggie was just Hunter's personal assistant, but he was actually more of a silent partner. In addition to being his second-in-command for Black Eagle, Carter owns about 20% of Grant Group, and is from an elite family with ties in business a

Howard instantly understood what the pendant meant after he saw that word. That was a token from the Carter family. The Carter family was the most powerful in Mirstone. Their lineage could be traced back to a few hundred years ago. They were a mysterious and powerful family. Also, the first commander-in-chief in Mirstone was from the Carter family. At that moment, the Carter family was still in the military. The commander of a division below Northern Biskeland at that moment was a Carter. Other than that, the people also talked about the Carter Army with great enthusiasm. All of them were great at fighting on the battlefield. While they were under the

“Ms. Carter. I’m calling on behalf of Mercer Holdings.” I froze just enough to notice it. Not fear. Not exactly. More like the way your brain goes alert when a room changes temperature. “Okay,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. “Who is this?” “My name is Grant. I handle sensitive matters for the Mercer family.” Another small pause, as if he was gauging whether I understood what sensitive meant. “We were told you’re discreet. And effective.” “Flattery is welcome,” I said. “So is context.”