Episode Hollywood Days With Hayes の小説・ストーリー

She had stood in her black dress beside Simon and looked at Elder Brown and understood that this was a man who organized the world the way Simon organized it, through the specific lens of what things were worth and what they cost and what the accounting came out to. Hayes' version of events would not include Emmanuel Cole. Hayes' version would include Mara. Would include what she had done in this house and why and would arrange the facts in the order that served Hayes' remaining purposes, which at this point were damage and disruption rather than the original corporate prize. Hayes had lost the corporate prize when Mara called Voss. What he had left was the capacity to burn things. He was go

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This woman, did she know what she was doing? "President Hayes! What's going on? It sounded like there was some noise!" Someone rushed in from the doorway, looking tense. Then, they saw Elena pinning Shaun to the ground. Their usually cold and domineering president was lying there, looking surprisingly vulnerable. This... This... So, President Hayes' preference was actually like this? If the suitors in Heavenly Capital City, who were all trying to act gentle and virtuous, knew about this, they would probably be spitting blood in anger.

I knew the law, and I knew how to use it to protect myself. Hayes Group's stock plummeted. In just a few days, the company lost tens of billions in market value. Longtime business partners pulled their investments, and competitors seized the opportunity to strike. I visited Hunter once at the detention center. He wore a prison uniform, his hair cropped short, looking exhausted and haggard. He stared at me through the glass, his eyes bloodshot. "Rose… I was wrong." Those were the first words he said to me. I looked at him. "What exactly were you wrong about?"