Cruz Ramirez Human Novels & Stories

This is just a challenge, I can get through this. I can get through Mister Kiel Alexandro Ramirez.

"Tell me what you really think about the Cruz boy." Alejandro sat in the dim light of the Vargas Grand Casino executive suite, his eyes fixed on the digital dossier of Sofia Ramirez. She was twenty-two when the desert claimed her. A overdose, the report said. Tragic. Common. But the deeper he dug into the data, the more the narrative fractured. Sofia had been a ghost in the system, a foster kid with no paper trail until she hit the city—and she had listed Victor Cruz as her sole emergency contact.

"Hello, sir? Si Mr. Primitivo po ito. Er, gusto ko lang pong itanong kung ano ang posisyon ni Mr. Cruz?" Walang gatol ang tugon niya. "He's a licensed architect. Of course, I hired him as an architect." "But, sir--" "I know, he's young but I want him," pakli niya. "Oh, okey, sir," tugon ng personnel manager. "Thank you, sir. Sorry for interrupting your work, sir. Bye." May pagka-nerbiyoso ang personnel manager niya. "It's okey. I appreciate your caution, Mr. Primitivo."

Monic mentioned whereas Jessica was already off the hook. She was already logged into her PC where she had her very first search about Ben Sanchez and Ramio Sanchez. Ben Sanchez was being defined an ex general from the Mexican Army. A highly ranked detective who had retired about five years ago and decided to start a business with his Ramio Back in Mexico at their home town Aguazul dealing with coffee and transportation. Whereas Ramio had already been running the coffee business needing money to keep it going. The led his brother who had all the money but all he needed was Ramio to help him cop up with transportation business which was Ben’s idea.

We walked past Ramirez’s door and he ended up, coming out of his room. “Ramirez, where are you headed?” Kravis asked. “I’m going to do a sweep on the streets.” Ramirez said. “I’ll be back around two.” “Wait, I wanted to introduce you to a very good friend of mines. You might’ve heard about him from the Greysons’ you became cool with.” Ramirez rolled his eyes at Kravis before he directed his eyes to me. “Nice to meet you.” Ramirez said before he walked past us. I turned my head and watched him leave the office in a hurry before I followed Kravis down the hall some more. We got to an empty room to the back and we walked in. Kravis shut the door and we both took a seat at the glass table they

Cruz's face was now contorted with rage and his eyes were burning red as he continued to grit his teeth, thinking of the most hurtful words to say to Jessica and he chuckled devilishly when he finally found the words, confusing Jessica briefly. "Who I'm I? You're curious, right? Then I will tell you. I'm Cruz Westham. The first son of Andrew and Rose Westham who was found to have an IQ of 192 after a few tests. I became the youngest CEO at the age of 22 and became a world-famous and sort-out surgeon at the age of 25. My net worth is over $500billion." Cruz bragged.

“And you, Ximena Antonio, are built for hurricanes.” She held his gaze. “And what exactly do you want, Mr. Cruz?” His eyes glinted. “Let’s just say I never approach someone without reason. Tonight, I wanted to see you in person. To judge if you’re as sharp as the rumours claim.” “And?” she asked, arching a brow. He leaned in slightly, voice quiet. “You’re sharper.” Miguel sat at his desk, scrolling through the photos his private investigator had sent. His blood ran cold at one in particular.

A few visitors were scattered around, admiring the art in quiet awe. At the far end of the room stood a man in a suit, clearly waiting for him. Allen recognized him — one of the foreign partners he had been negotiating with. “Mr. Allen,” the man greeted with a polite smile. “Or should I say, Mr chairman.” Allen laughed and shook his hand firmly. “Please, I'm just a simp for the Rodriguez family. The group is just too much for me to carry.” “Yet you are the reason this company is standing,” the man laughed.

(Vinnie here, he taught me to turn my pain into power. “Por favor, señora Cruz!” (Please, Mrs Cruz!) His eyes widened as the knife nicked at the skin slightly and a drop of blood rose to the surface. It wasn’t enough to cause any permanent damage, but it was enough to scare him. “¿Sabes lo poderosa que puede ser una mujer, dada la motivación correcta?” (Do you know how powerful a woman can be, given the right motivation?) I asked, tilting my head as I leaned closer to him. I tried to ignore the stench that emanated from him and focused on what I came here to do.