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he said pointing at a chair. " Thanks" she smiled before taking a seat and he sat opposite to her. "I am Janiece by name, I am Mr. Kings' secretary. I will start the presentation now" she said before turning on the projector. He kept stealing glances at her as his secretary did the presentation, he quickly search for her net worth and he choked on nothing. Her net worth was enough to buy his company. She is freaking rich. He stared at her again and could not believe he f*cked her.

“I don’t want you to go. We haven’t gone anywhere in this relationship.” Ignoring what he said, I opened my bag and then spotted a book. I looked at Kelvin, who raised a brow. “Are you okay?” I took the book and looked at it. It was for my grandmother, a secret book on how to become a successful CEO. Grandma had told me how she got the book, explaining that the author was killed because of it. There was only one copy, and greedy business people wanted more copies. It was clear the writer’s editor had notified them.

"He's not my protector." "Good. Then you won't mind telling us how to get into his accounts," the man said. He let go of my chin and started pacing around me. "We know he keeps a safe at the club. We know he has a ledger for the money that doesn't go to the banks. Give us the codes. Give us a way in, and maybe we can call it even." "I don't know the codes," I said. "He didn't trust me with his business. He barely trusted me to breathe."

"Where did they get that much money? If they were wealthy from the start, Vanezoir shouldn't have left debts in the first place, and Angela should have been able to cure her illness without any obstacles." Taylor didn't understand; Nania didn't even explain where the money came from. Nania only explained that the money was now stored in the bank, and only Carista had the right to redeem the inheritance. "Has Carista been lying to me all this time? She's not actually living in poverty; she's just pretending to look pitiful, even though she's a lowly prostitute!" Taylor's thoughts branched out in all directions; the man with a cleft in his chin now had an even heavier task. He had to find out

This time, she had come armed with more than whispers photographs of Adrian at the courthouse, Elias clinging to him as chaos erupted; financial projections that painted him as reckless for sinking money into security instead of growth; a narrative that Adrian’s personal scandals had become a liability too dangerous to ignore. Yet Adrian, too, was ready. As the meeting loomed, his allies quietly began spreading counter-narratives: Victoria’s secret meetings with Julian Blackwell, the photographs of her slipping into hotels late at night, her ties to leaks that had nearly destroyed the company. Adrian had played the long game, and he knew when to let a trap snap shut. On the night before the

There was no way she was going to tell Carol she had overslept as a result of staying up all night trying to finish up an article. Specifically, because Carol disliked excuses. “Excuses won't do the job,” she'd always say. “I'm sorry,” Emily finally spoke reverently after Carol gave her a sideways glance. Carol ignored Emily and pulled out a file with a picture on it, dumping it in front of her, “Rex Hale. Billionaire tech mogul. I need an interview from him.” Huh? Emily frowned slightly as she flipped through the pages. Clearly, this wasn't what she had expected.

She sighed and moved to the passenger seat. The drive toward New York was long, silent, and thick with tension. The moment Ryan parked in front of the mall, Lila jumped out quickly and clung to her mother’s arm. Inside, she wandered through the stores until she ran into her closest friend. “Girl, you’re insanely lucky,” Sarah exclaimed. “Look at all these brands. You could buy everything without even checking the price.” “Sarah,” Lila sighed, “you know I’m not interested in Mr. Myers’ money.”

*These next few are going to be a little less steamy until I open up requests again. lease leave your thoughts.* Tonight was a big night. It was the TLC pay-per-view. I was nervous. Why? Well you see my best friend, NO...My crush was defending his title. Who do you ask? Well....His name is Mike. You know him as The Miz. We have been friends for about 2 years, ever since I became a diva. He was there to help me out, along with my long-time friend Kevin. Kevin you ask? You all know him as Alex Riley. Yup. That's right. We grew up together. Jealous? Good! Anyway, I was sitting in Mike's locker room with him watching the start of the show. I was watching the current match, which was Jack Swagger

It was just like old times but with kids present. Secret made me get abused my my own aunt, Secret made Catherine my best friend, Secret made Kendall close to me, Secret made me cry for almost losing Josh and made me realize how important he is to me, Secret made my relationship with Axel stronger, Secret reunited me with my dad, Secret made our bond stronger. Secret made us. Even though there is not a crime, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy, I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that break and made me.

“Aaron said that he had scouted a small bank in Madison, Georgia, that seemed ripe for theft, but he needed someone who could get in on the inside to case the place without the staff getting suspicious. That’s where Bobbi came in. She got a job there as a financial advisor. She had worked there for three months under an alias that Anthony created for her. Bobbi was able to figure out the security system and determine that the most valuable spot in the bank was the safety deposit boxes. I was able to find that the bank’s security system was three years out of date, so it took nothing to break it. Bobbi put in her notice stating she had to quit because of health problems. Two weeks after she q