Dr Shift Novels & Stories

Alaric's Pov “DRIT Inc has faced charges regarding selling illegal information, stealing public money, among other things, and will be shut down for a long time. DRIT is a part of the second-largest company, R&D, run by Richard Vale. But because of this problem, Richard Vale has announced that DRIT has been cut off from R&D, and all charges will be handled only by DRIT Inc’s Chairman, Nelson Kugert. R&D has lost one of its biggest parts and has dropped to number seven on the list of most successful companies in the country, while Vale Inc stays at number one. In other news…”

Went to stand by the door. Sable and Rook had gone to the far side of the clearing and were talking low and fast in the way of men solving a problem they'd already decided the shape of. Drift kept moving. He had too much energy for standing still — it came off him in a way that made Nero track him automatically, the same instinct that tracked things in the forest. Young. Ambitious. The dangerous kind of both. "The chains," Drift said, coming back. "We still have Draven's chains. The ones he broke."

Finally, Elder Xan stepped forward. “In representation of his father, Alpha Pascal, Adrian will now address us,” he announced, handing me the microphone. Damn it. Every time they said that, it felt like another chain wrapping around my neck. Living in my father’s shadow wasn’t just exhausting , it was suffocating. I stepped forward, gripping the mic a little too tightly

I was so livid that I tried to lunge at Ella, but her sidekicks held me back, with one of the women grabbing a fistful of my hair and snarling, "You want to save Wanda, huh? You'd better take a good look at yourself, you pathetic loser! You're a nobody!" Joseph shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the ground. "That's enough, Yvonne Sommer! You're just stirring up trouble and being difficult at this point! You clearly don't respect my position as your drill instructor at all, Yvonne!"

Chapter 7 DREYVEN The elevator in the North Wing had been broken for two fucking hours. I stood in front of the metal doors, staring at the OUT OF ORDER sign like I could will it back to life through sheer irritation. Behind me, I could hear the maintenance guy apologizing for the third time. "Mr. Drey, we're working as fast as we can. The part should arrive tomorrow morning..." "Tomorrow morning doesn't help me right now, does it?" I cut him off, already turning away. "Forget it."

She pushed past him to confront me herself. The assistant's face crumpled. "Miss Elstein… didn't you know? Mr. Wilford's blood was fully drained. He's gone."

Blood ran down Irene's thighs, and her face drained of color as she clutched her abdomen. Natalie's breath caught. Reflexively, she pulled out her phone and dialed 911. Right then, the door was kicked open with a loud crash. "Rene!"

Dia berjalan mundur saat sidik jarinya terdeteksi untuk memberikan kesempatan kepada karyawan yang lain. Beberapa pegawai rumah sakit, khususnya wanita, tampak berbisik-bisik saat dia datang. Ada yang sengaja berkerumun untuk mendekatinya karena ingin berkenalan secara langsung atau sekedar bertegur sapa. Saat dia membalikkan tubuh, Janu hampir terjatuh karena menyenggol seseorang. "Maaf, Dokter."

"Once Hardin Group releases a new product, Rayden Enterprises would be boycotted, and their old models would soon become obsolete. He left Draskia because he could no longer make money here. "You think I'm the one driving him out? You'd have a point if that's how you saw it, but the truth is, Dash couldn't afford to lose. The shareholders in his company couldn't afford to lose." After a pause, she said, "His departure from the Draskia market was inevitable. It has nothing to do with me. "You claim that Dash will scare foreign companies away from Draskia? Do you know how Shifter Corporation and Hardin Group managed to sign contracts with so many overseas companies? Why do you think they came

As the days passed peacefully and fulfillingly, I gradually became convinced that the Grants wouldn't ever cross paths with me. That was until one day, when my assistant Claire knocked on my office door and told me, "Dr. Simpson? You have a consultation. It's a Mr. Harry Grant, who wants our most expensive specialist to examine his younger sister." My heart couldn't help skipping a beat at the mere mention of that name, but I took a deep breath to compose myself and said calmly, "Show him in."