Chief Kim Novels & Stories

My seat possessed a color of silver, bronze for the rank 3 and white seat for the rest of the rank. "It’s impossible for him to attend this gathering. He told me he won’t be able to come here. He’s a busy person,” the chief said to me when he saw me staring at the rank 1 seat. "So he’s a he?” I asked him. He nodded his head. “He never show himself in front everyone. Is he dead?” I teased him. "Ofcourse not, he's just elusive." Agent Symp said next to me. "Since then the rank is 2-10 here. Let's start what everyone is waiting for!" Announced by the emcee, everyone gets excited. I just sat quietly on my seat as they start to talk about some stuffs that I focused on.

Max complied, shutting the door with a muted click. The chief sat in his oversized leather chair, his rotund stomach taking up almost all the space behind the large oak desk. His name, "Jude Raphael," was boldly embroidered on the pocket of his neatly ironed, albeit tight, shirt. The desk bore a brass plate that read "Chief Superintendent," a testament to his authority within the police department. Max stood tall and composed, his hands firmly planted by his sides. Lark, a young and eager officer, mirrored Max's stance, waiting for the chief's question to be addressed.

One of the men spoke and Gavin’s attention turned to him. “What is it?” He questioned. “Mr. Kim is meeting up people in secret, and I heard it from one of the men he met, one who is loyal to us in secret.” He spoke up and Gavin scoffed. “Mr. Kim is only a front man, he must be working for someone who chose to keep his identity hidden,” Gavin glanced at Raymond and his forehead creased. “I will look into it, just work on what that file says.” Gavin got to his feet and they also stood up.

Kayson mulled over it and asked, “How much do you know about the actual chief?” All three of them paused before Campian and Shien looked at Felicity. Felicity understood what they meant and answered, “Mr. Yarde, Captain Cooke and Captain Wolke aren’t exactly familiar with Chief Kline. I’m more familiar with him than they are. What do you want to know?” “His last name is Kline, huh? Tell me briefly about his personality and character,” said Kayson. Felicity nodded and told him about the chief of Admiralporium, whom he had never met.

(Chief Sung) Chief Sung Jang Ko, Is the only person that is from the Agency that has been constantly having a good connections with Park Zuo Young, at times, he would be contacting Park Zuo Yung and helping her with a few of matters that she needed help with, as a matter of fact, Park Zuo Yung enter VKMT was thanks to his heads up, saying that perhaps with some sensitive informations from Virtue Financial, he could manages to persuades, other ministers or perhaps even the president himself to take side with him and in returns perhaps he can even help her to get her justice by exposing the current Minister of Intelligence.

"I stepped nervously into the mansion, wondering what Chief wanted to discuss. I made my way down the hallway and knocked softly on his door. 'Come in,' his deep voice resonated from within. I entered, and Chief secured the door with a remote, his movements swift and deliberate. He was tying a towel around his waist, his gaze fixed intently on me. 'Good evening, Chief,' I greeted, attempting to hide my unease. 'You're doing great,' he replied, approaching me with an unsettling smile. 'I know you sent for me,' I ventured, growing increasingly uncomfortable under his leering gaze, which seemed fixated on my cleavage. 'Yes, it's been over a week, and I haven't received any payment from you,' Ch

“Your last chance.” Chief growled and cursed. “Fine!” He could always get a new project but getting another heir again soon? That he couldn’t say. He shot Alessandro a glare and collected the phone that was handed to him. “Speakers.” Alessandro reminded him as he put a call across to the Italian prime minister. The phone was answered on the second ring. Chief rejected the contract as he was ordered to the surprise of the prime minister who smelt something fishy. Chief Alegra would not in his right senses reject a multibillion project for anything in the world.

"Nkechi?" "That's me," Nkechi stood, smoothing down the only smart skirt she owned. "Chief will see you now." Chief. Not Mr. Coker. Not Sir. Chief. The title hung in the air, heavy with unspoken power. His office was a testament to obscene wealth. A wall of windows overlooked the chaotic grid of Victoria Island. The furniture was massive and dark, smelling of old money and leather. And behind the desk, a man so large he seemed to swallow the expensive chair he sat in.

The video recording stopped playing then and the driver slowly closed the laptop, the screen going blank. Zaire leaned down to look in Damien's awestruck face. He patted him on the shoulder reassuring ly as he said, "And at the very top of all this… is you, Damien. The Chairman. Damien Romero.” "At the top of it all..." Damien breathed in awe, "is...ME?"

“High Councilor Cyra, correct?” We all slightly jumped as Micah showed up next to the three of us. I locked my jaw and balled up my hands. “Yes and you are Micah Smith. We haven’t formally been introduced.” She held out her hand to shake his but he took hers and kissed the top of it. “It’s wonderful to hear my name from the lips of a beautiful woman.” He smiled as he looked over to us expectantly. “My name is Young Kim, I am head of the Tiger Coven in Seoul. This man…” he put his hand on my shoulder “…is Maximillion Cattaneo, right hand man to Morgan Russo and pianist extraordinaire.”