Csi Greg Sanders Novels & Stories

Damien spoke handing me my cotton candy. “You...you are Damien of the Billionaire dollar Payne enterprise,” I almost rolled my eyes as Greg spoke, now staring at Damien in wonder. “And you are,” Damien asked, looking unimpressed. No one, I almost wanted to say and answer. “I am Greg, Greg Jones and future ceo of Jones enterprise. I remember you from one of the business parties. And you have no idea how big it would be for us if you would do business with us.” Greg`s tone and demeanor immediately changed to a salesman one as he tried to impress Damien. So that he could have his father`s small company associated with Payne enterprise.

Greg quipped. “Hey you!” Sandra replied, pointing her finger at Greg. “What is wrong with me? Are you saying I’m sly? Or are you saying I have let you down?” Greg replied. Sandra was silent, “Maybe the two of you are the ones conspiring. You’re just using me to avenge your hurt. You must have thought that I wouldn’t be able to help you with information about Lloyd, right?” It could be that what Sandra said was true. Greg did like Sandra but he preferred Shelton stock. Plus he really hates Nicko. He wanted Nicko to fall immediately, he thought that the person he wanted to drop had more value.

“Who is he? Is there any other important information about him?” “Okay, I’ve investigated this man named Greg. He is an active member of an affair group. He has been a member for several years. He is married and has a wife named Sarah Parker, but they haven’t been blessed with children after being married for years. Greg works as the CEO of a mining company on the coast of Riverford,” Mark replied. “Is the mining company owned by Mr. Brown?” “Yes. Your knowledge is impressive,” Mark praised. “But this man named Greg was once involved in a scandal,” Mark interjected.

"Sandra Chuks, I loved and trusted you but you were never faithful to me from day one. You always went shopping, worked late and came back tired. It would have been understood but you spend your enegy fucking other men so how could you endure two rounds or more with me?" Sandra felt numb and her eyes began to water. Greg had always been busy so how did he know? "How..." "How did I know? When I put up your name for investigation, I got a response within five minutes. I have the names and pictures of all the men you have been fucking. Even before you came for the engagement, you had been fucked and was already tired but you still came here. Now tell me, have you no shame?" Greg asked with disg

she then sighed. "Hey, why would I do that? Caruss has to pay me!" Greg yelled and insisted. He made sure that Caruss need to pay the chagrin committed in his name. "Yeah, I know...but how? Are you going to sue him, huh? What reason you will be going to file him a case?" Asked Sandy as she extended her hand gestures. Greg paused for a moment and thought about what she had said. Then, he suddenly chuckled when he just think of a plan.

I said to him. Mr Sanders was my father’s lawyer. Initially he was my Uncle’s friend but they fell out at a point though. I don't know the reason but I know Mr Sanders is an honest man and I trust him enough to tell him about the fake marriage contract. “Will you introduce the beautiful lady to me?” He said looking at Stacy. “My bad, I’m sorry please. this Stacy and Staey this is Mr Sanders my lawyer.” I introduced them to each other. “Nice meeting you Stacy, I’m Sanders Savage but everyone calls me Sanders,” he said.

He punishes and rewards people equally. Personally, I am wary of him, but his moral standards made him a person to be reckoned with, a respectable man in the business. But I had to try. For my daughter. “Please, Mr. Sanders. Don’t fire Greg. The company is all he has.” Lucas Sanders whistled in disbelief, but I could see his jaw twitching in anger.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

Clinton I was in my office, reading through files of complaints that my people were making. The school needed money for rebuilding and repairing broken water pipes. I sent them the total amount required and was now going through my company affairs before I got a mind link from my Beta. “Alpha, there's a man looking for you. He said to tell you that it's urgent and important.” “What pack is he from, and can you give me a description of him?” I asked as I continued typing on my computer.