Novel & Cerita Courtney Blackson

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

, he instructed, not looking up from his book, there I was at the back, in my seat shaking and sweating while watching everyone submitting their books. He checked the books, " why are there 39books submitted instead of 40? If you know you have not submitted stand up now before I call you out myself" he growled, his eyes scanning the room. Slowly I stood up. "Why haven't you submitted yet, Kelsi? " he asked, his tone was hard filled with annoyance. "I.....I.....I " I was shaking with fear, stuttering. "come out now" He roared, picking up his cane.

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A glass door at the end was etched with a simple word: BLACKWOOD A woman appeared from nowhere—tall, severe, flawless suit. “Ms. Moore?” “Yes.” “I’m Cynthia.” No last name offered. “Follow me.” Elena followed, heartbeat loud in her ears. Cynthia led her into a waiting area that didn’t feel like a waiting area. It felt like a place where you came to be evaluated. “Mr. Blackwood will see you now,” Cynthia said, and opened a door. Elena stepped through. The office beyond was enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows. City skyline spread like a crown at his feet. A dark desk the size of a dining table. No personal clutter. No warmth. And behind it—Adrian Blackwood.

She wore a navy blazer and carried a leather briefcase. The second—Dr. Ingrid Halvorsen—was a forty-five-year-old woman with short-cut blonde hair and thin-framed glasses. Her expression was calm and assessing—eyes that had seen much trauma and knew how to recognize it. "Good morning," Ms. Fontaine greeted in a professional voice. "We're from the court-appointed wellness check for Mrs. Alina Blackwood. I'm Ms. Claire Fontaine, and this is Dr. Ingrid Halvorsen."

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

If I didn't pay attention, I would've missed it. "Karrion Black. Tell me about yourself, Ms. Kane." "There's not much to tell. I'm an art scout and purchaser for wealthy art lovers. I throw the entirety of my days into work, and that's that." "Interesting. You intrigue me, Ms. Kane, and I'd like to understand why. " He said as he looked intensely at me. It was almost as if he was trying to figure me out. "I intrigue many people, Mr. Black. "

No matter what happens, she will reap out whoever is behind this. She picked up her oversized black coat and hung it over her shoulders. “I would like to have a talk with this older sister.” *** Alexandra pressed her slender finger on the doorbell of the shabby apartment. Someone heard the doorbell from inside. Heavy footsteps closed in and the door opened with a click, revealing a bald, fat man with a round nose. “What brings you here, Miss?” He asked, shocked to see a well-dressed majestic woman before his doorstep. She smiled convincingly at him, her amber eyes hiding a sly intent. “Alexandra Winchester. This is my personal assistant, Neil Johnson. We are here to inquire about Kathy Black