Romans & histoires Enri Emmot

As Emmitt walked in, the elevator door closed, blocking the curious gazes of the employees outside. "Are you alright?" Naomi immediately looked over him with concern. Emmitt shook his head, Naomi looked at him for a bit, and then the door opened. Enzo started complaining to Bennett from the side, "Tell me, am I wrong? How have I offended him? He beat me up like this.” "Bennett, come in with us." Naomi said to Bennett as she pushed open the door to the office. Behind her, Enzo glared at Emmitt angrily. Enzo thought that himself as an old employee, he had stayed in the company for seven or eight years, even if he had no achievements, he worked hard.

It was not her uncles or her brother and certainly not her. “Can mother please ask him on our behalf?” Emani asked walking up to Cassandra and hugging her so tight. “I could but I need something from Emani. Cassandra struck a bargain and her daughter took a seat so eager to hear from her mother. “I hope it is something I can do. Cassandra wanted so much to laugh but chose to hold it back. Unlike Kemi, who has a poker face almost all the daytime and only smiles with very few people, Emani is a joker and a gamer.

I walk with Enrique to meet them. The front man is short, broad-shouldered, late forties … early fifties. Weathered face. Calm eyes that miss nothing. Wearing a suit as if he doesn’t really want to. He extends his hand. “I’m Captain Maron.” Enrique shakes it. “Enrique Blackburn.” Then he gestures toward me. I clasp the captain’s hand. His grip is firm, deliberate. “Damion Grimm.” His eyes flick over me once. Assessing.

As if reading her thoughts, the strange man introduced himself. “ Uhh hello Mrs kings. My name is Diego Malluma and I was sent by Mr Kings to escort you. And don’t worry, the hotel staff let me in.” He explained with a strong Italian accent. So strong that Emilia had to strain her ears to understand what he was saying. “ Oh, hello sir?” She asked unsure as to how to address him since he was obviously old enough to be her father. “ Diego. Please, call me Diego.” He answered with a friendly smile as Emilia nodded in response.

- Maurício was still looking at us, and he had a not very good face. "I know that you two were practically raised together, and that's an easy answer, I know that." - Molotov, Mauricio and Roberto had secrets from each other, and this they could not deny. - "I want you to tell me who Émie was and what she did to leave these traumas in Maurício. Are the nightmares because of her? What was she or what is she?" - Mauricio's nightmares were one of the things that affected me the most, he always lost control when they happened and sometimes I got hurt on those nights.

Enrico was stunned when amber's eyes stared at him, with such a confused look that hypnotized him. For a moment Enrico let the admiration over him. Oh, my God, amber eyes with Asian faces are a perfect blend. Enrico went one step further, then reached out his hand. "Congratulations, your performance amazed me so much." "Thank you. Mr ....?" Naomi paused her remarks. Enrico looks misbehaving. Rubbed his neck, he said, "my name is Enrico ... Enrico Leonard." Naomi nodded quietly. She said, "I see ... Thank you for your compliments, and nice to meet you, Mr. Leonard."

Yara said smiling. "You know what, Mooma, Sky's big brother is too kind. He helped me in doing my assignments." Dream said that made Emma furrowed her forehead and looked at Yara. "And he's handsome too." Dream continued. "Really?" Emma asked. "Yes, Mooma. Mommy's new bosses are handsome too but Big brother Kenzo is the handsomest of them all." Dream said. "Kenzo?" Emma asked. "Do you know him, Mooma?" Dream asked. "His name sounds familiar." Emma said.

They both wanted easy money so the guy joined one of the few gangs scamming gullible folks. “So, tell me again, my brilliant Mirella, we’re going to find these gentlemen searching for your rich Alonzo, then what?” Eni asked. He wanted to be called Eni short cut for Enigma. He never gave his real name even to Mirella which was fine as Mirella isn’t her real name either.

Riccardo chuckled, smug as ever, “or is that Mr. de Luca?” Riccardo ran his own network, one that operated where mine didn’t. Places my name deliberately stayed out of. If anyone could move unseen there, it was him. “Five foot seven. Black hair. Green eyes,” I said, skipping pleasantries. “Name’s Emilia.” I left out her surname. There was no need to invite curiosity. There was a pause before Riccardo spoke “And what do I get in return?” “I hate this guy,” Theo muttered, shaking his head.

Personal Assistant Tony can't help but steal pictures of him whenever he made this kind of face. Enzo Clinton the head honcho of Immortal group of Companies, he was a twenty nine years old man that focuses only on business. He never smiles, any slight movement on his lips apart from talking is just a smirk. His perfect eyebrows was dark and thick, just like the one women dream to have even with mascara. "She is a fashion designer?" His soliloquy snapped Personal Assistant Tony from his trance. "Yes sir"