Carter Madison Grant Novels & Stories

“Mr. Grant, the tissues in your wife’s arm are about to die completely. Are you sure you still want to hide this from her and swap her medication out for vitamins?” Behind the door was Adam Grant’s private doctor, and he was tentatively cautioning against this idea against the regal man standing in front of him. “Ever since you plotted to have Mrs. Grant’s arm injured, she could hardly pick up a pen and draw. Miss Warma has already replaced her as a famous artist, and you’re still unwilling to treat her arm?”

The man across from her scoffed. “That proves politics.” “It proves decisions.” Hallie did not raise her voice. “When the new leadership offered Cedar Draw favorable consideration afterward, Grant refused it because payment would have contaminated the neutrality he had just defended.” No one interrupted. “On the blocked road, Cedar Draw went in with a limited team, brought the missing rogues out, and left the road unclaimed.” She paused. “And when three wolves damaged our supplies, brought a knife into an exchange, and put hands on me in front of witnesses, Grant used exactly enough force to stop them.”

he said one evening when I came to bed at midnight with a stack of notes and a look on my face that was apparently revealing. "I'm enjoying the complexity of it," I said. "Is that strange?" "No," he said. "It's you." The transition closed on a Thursday in February. The documents were signed by all parties, Madden and Eloise transferring their remaining formal authority, Kade, Killian, and I confirmed as the executive leadership of Carter Group. A small private signing with the board present, no press, no ceremony. Afterward, Madden shook my hand. "Well done," he said. Two words. From Madden Carter they were equivalent to a standing ovation and a speech and possibly a small parade.

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.”

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

“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.