Chester And Parker Novels & Stories

Home. “Can I have ice cream, Mommy?” Parker shouted from the kitchen before I could even process anything. “Okay, just a second,” I replied, walking to the ringing telephone. “Ms. Sterling?” “Yes?” “We have a guest downstairs. He says his name is Mr. Christian?” “Oh yes, let him up. And thank you.” “Of course.” She ended the call, and I set the phone back in place. “Parker, go check out your room, baby,” I called out, and she ran off.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? I adore that lady! Cherish her! I have since she was a youthful young lady. Don’t you set out come around here retching presumptions, debasing what you’ll never get it! You’re a stage to her, a few chance to see how the other side lives. She merits way better and so offer assistance me God, I’ll do my damnedest to keep her absent from you! Get off my property, some time recently I call the police and have you arrested!” Parker spit, inspired by his enthusiastic appear of feeling, but distant from hindered. He might be from the other side of the tracks, but he’d begun on the same side as Isadora and he wasn’t going in reverse. Sticks and stones. His thumb d

And despite the chaos he was leaving behind, his mind was focused solely on one thing: finding her. --- Outside the Venue: Chester’s heart raced as he quickly made his way to the parking lot. His driver, Christian, was waiting for him by the car, a puzzled expression on his face. “Sir, what’s going on? The ceremony—” “I’m not getting married,” Chester snapped, his voice urgent. “I need to go to New York. Now. We have no time to waste. To my private jet, immediately!” Christian didn’t question him. The intensity in his boss’s eyes was all the explanation he needed. In a swift motion, Chester got into the car, his mind set on reaching Alex before it was too late.

"Mr. Chang, a Chinese business magnate in the construction industry, now wants to expand his business by partnering up with significant construction firms in major American cities. He has never made a sizable investment in a Californian city before. Many businesses want to work together with Mr. Chang, but only Parker Industries in California can do so." "Excellent Steve." He supplied me with the precise details that I required. My P.A. is certainly quite annoying, but he responds well when I give him a hint about what I need and when. He has been my assistant until this point because of this trait of his. "Hello, Mr. Chang." I walked in and broke up their discussion. Miss Parker was glaring

The cursory report came back just as Parker had told him the other night. His father, Charles Parker, was convicted of attempted murder after beating his wife. Parker had been thirteen and fought back for his mother. Once Charles was in jail, Anna and her two sons moved back to her hometown. When Charles was released, Anna returned to her husband but both sons remained in Morgan City. Only days after she returned, Charles shot her before turning the gun on himself. Both sons grew up in their grandparents’ house. Both were in law enforcement, Donald Parker served on the MCPD and Stephen Parker served as an arson investigator for the MCFD.

“You too, Parker – I mean – Chandler.” The guy just nodded. “Where’s Kris?” “He already went home,” she answered. “Why?” “Uh… he said his dad called.” “Oh okay.” Chandler brought out his phone and started contacting someone which she reckoned to be Kris. Chester stood up from his seat. The other guys turned to him. “Where are you going?” Brandon asked. “I’ll just go get my partner.” “Who’s your partner?” “Jessica,” Chester answered, as he made his way towards the girl who has been sitting alone on a table nearby.

I didn't flinch at all. I just asked, “To whom? “Charlotte Parker,” he said, pouring himself a drink from his wine shelf in his office. “Barry Parker’s stepdaughter and Dianne’s only child.” I sat down, legs crossed, watching the amber liquid swirl in his glass. I recognized the name. Who didn’t? The Parkers were once one of our biggest rivals in the industry until they weren’t. “Didn’t you bankrupt Barry?” I asked calmly. I saw the shocked expression on his face before he quickly replaced it with a smile.

Alexander squealed rushing over to her and grabbing her in a hug. She grunted his name. "Alex." He let her go, turning to the male at her side with a sour look on his face. "Paris." Hermes gave him a small bow. "Xander." "It's Mr Parker to you," Alexander said, face now in a dark smile before grabbing the male behind him closer. "Honey, isn't she gorgeous?" Hezekiah Parker stood in front of Alex now, giving a small nod of his head with his habitual calm smile on his face. "Always," Then he turned to Paris, voice gentle. "I doubt I know you."

She told Parker and walked into the apartment. Parker glanced at the building he had spent half of his life in and he slowly drew a sharp breath, he dipped his hand into his pocket and took out a business card, glancing at the write up, he read in his mind. Asher Lincoln.

“I apologize for our lateness.” “Nonsense! I came a bit too early myself.” Mr. Parker said with a smile. “This is my daughter, Ellen Parker.” He introduced and she smiled, “Good day Mr. Steele,” she greeted with a bow, “Sincere condolences on your loss.” “Thank you very much, my dear.” A waiter came around and took their orders. “I must say you have a well mannered and beautiful daughter.” Mr. Parker smiled, “Of course, and you, a delightful son.”