Eli Clark Novels & Stories

, I had already made a promise to myself never to tell her what iam always passing through In school. She exhaled. "Kelsi we have no choice here, that's the only place that was like a home to us, remember Mr Richard sponsored your education, feed and shelter for us. We need to return the favor by helping him take care of his family till he will be discharged from the hospital, And You know I've not been sitting idle, and this sale is not going well, can't you see we have to survive. How many people have you seen that's a maid that enjoys the privilege the Richard's are giving to us?

“Well, Chief, you’re up early, I see.” “You expected me to still be in bed at eight a.m.?” “Oh, I don’t know. I thought you might have stayed up late last night.” Eric seethed. There was no other way to describe it, but he was using all of his strength to hold it in. “What can I help you with, Clark?” “Oh, I bet you know. I need you down at the station immediately. Or I can just come and get you. Which would you prefer?” Damn it. When did Clark turn into such an extreme asshole?

“You’ll thank me when you see the photos.” Adrian stepped closer, slipping a proud arm around his son’s shoulders. “You made us proud today, kiddo.” Elias grinned. “You always say that.” “Because you keep earning it,” Adrian replied, voice thick with emotion. Clara joined them a moment later, still in her white dress, her hair catching the sunlight. She greeted them with a soft, polite smile before turning to Elias. “You were incredible up there,” she said, voice warm but trembling just slightly.

Clark is in his late fifties and has been the Hayes family lawyer for years, handling everything from my parents' business contracts to my endorsement deals. "Orion," he greets me, setting down the takeout bags and shaking my hand firmly. “ Glad to see you.” He says, nodding to Bailey with a kind smile. “There's nothing to be glad about, Mr Clark.” I replied and he chuckled. “ Yeah, your situation looks nasty but regardless, we are alive and healthy, aren't we?” He replied, earning a genuine smile from me. "Let's get to work." He said, his expressions turning serious.

Oh no. When they were nearly done eating, she “accidentally” knocked her glass over. The liquid spilled across the table and floor. “Oh no,” Clara said with mock innocence, staring straight at me. “Clean that up, won’t you?” Humiliation burned through me, but I knelt down, cleaning as the laughter in her eyes cut deeper than any blade. And then—the air shifted. The diner door opened. Conversations hushed. Heads turned. Eli walked in. Tall, commanding, dressed in casual elegance. People recognized him instantly. Whispers spread like wildfire. Respect filled the room. Even Mr. Clarke, usually impossible to please, straightened up with sudden politeness.

Fin said. Why was she the only one thinking that everything happening was insane? She stared at Mr. Fin and tried to make eye contact with him but he was looking elsewhere. "Let's all welcome, Mr. Clarke, the Chief executive officer of CLAK limited to come on board," Mr. Fin said feeling quite happy which looked abnormal to Beatrice. 'How could he sell such a big technology company known widely in America to another firm?' She thought drastically. Everyone stood up and they began applauding as Mr. Clarke walked out boldly and full of clout.

Not that I could blame him. While on our way back to the kingdom, my mind had been concocting plans on how to attend the burial with Clinton. I finally settled on one. I spent the last thirteen minutes giving Kiara a detailed recap of my vacation with Clinton, deliberately excluding the sexual parts. She seemed pleased that I had a fun time and wanted to know whether I was going to remain here in the pack or not.

Clark was the epitome of a deadbeat, deadweight son! Javier ignored Clark even more and marched into his car. The reception lady was startled by what she was seeing. When would the arrogant, self-important, cocky Clarke ever see the need to lick another person’s boots? It was so mind-boggling that she had to ask the man as soon as she saw him returning. “Who was that, boss?”

Burying himself with work can help him take off his mind from Kara Alvarez. He needs to get her off his mind or else, he's going to get crazy! Eight years have passed already, and he shouldn't be affected by Kara Alvarez's presence. He's not the same Clark who's wearing metal braces, thick glasses and baggy shirt and pants. He's not the old and naive Clark. ================================ "I can't believe it! Clark is the CEO of C'est La Vie Cosmetics company?!" Jessica, her former Manager, almost spit on her beer after she heard the news.

My eyes switched back to the position he had been in just a few moments ago before they settled on the man he had just been speaking to. Elias Clarkson. The illegitimate son of Mr. Clarkson, now CEO of Clarkson & Co. Elias's story was a tale of perseverance, talent, and skills. He had risen from the ashes of doubt, hate, and betrayal to get to the very top. It was a trait I admired about him, and I was glad to be able to talk to him.